aagelaius' Clan

_____This strange assortment of tents among the towering windmills gives you pause, and you stop to wander amongst them. You pass dragons of all shapes and sizes going about their daily lives. You see a tall, pale Skydancer and a battered, masked Fathom preparing young dragons for training. A tawny harpy with red shoulders also passes you, paying you no mind as she talks with a demure-looking Imperial. You receive a toothy grin from a pair of Nocturnes carrying scrolls and supplies to a large tent.