1389. Mixed Blood
"So, he's on his way here?" Mordant had more than heard Walker coming up the mage tower steps. It had been a peaceful night after the guards had shared the news of what was going on. Of course, some details were left out but enough was given so that people could understand that it was a natural happening. Now, Walker was well rested and heading to find Mordant.
"Yes. His son helped Gil and Alma back here. It's really impressive how fast dragons can fly sometimes." Walker had been stuck on this. He was not able to move at such speeds because he lacked wings. The amount of mana he would need to actually fly at similar speeds would be astronomical.