Changing Direction

The dragon looked at Astaroth like he was an idiot.

"I said tell me which way. Which way is that kingdom of Sunpeak? I'll go get it back myself."

Astaroth's stomach dropped.

'Did I just start another dragon-on-dragon fight?'

"Sir Dragon. I–"

"Stop calling me sir dragon. My name is Rocunyrth. I am the oldest brown dragon left, and I deserve to be called by my name."

"I'm sorry, Sir Rocunyrth. I was going to say that you going into Sunpeak to get your tail spike might cause a fuss. Aurexiar did not look like the welcoming kind…"

"That is not your concern, mortal. Just tell me the way."

Astaroth knew he wouldn't change the brown dragon's mind, so he opened up his map and pointed the way to Sunpeak.

The dragon nodded before changing back to its original form. As it turned around in the right direction, its massive front legs started rending the earth, digging a tunnel under itself.