Ragvalder

Rag looked down at the group of dragons, who crowded around the large table where they ate. Hey had wrapped himself around a stalactite, and tried to dim his runes. They glowed brighter when he got excited, which was annoying for when he was trying to be stealthy. He hoped no one would notice him sitting up here, spying. He doubted the Night Dwellers or Forest Creatures would care, but the Ice Cavern dragons might throw a fit. This meeting was for dragons who wanted to attend the annual meeting with Ice clans. Sure, Rag should have just offered to join, but he wasn't good at friendly communication with other clans. Blackwish had asked him to run some errands on the same days that the clan meetings were happening, and Rag took the hint. Rag knew that nothing too important would be discussed, but he was noisy.
"How is our relation with the Frozen Jungle Tribe?" Asked Blackwish, who was perched on Solsitice's wings so she could address more people.
Maple glanced at the writing on some papers she had in her claws.
"U-Uhm, We had an accident last week but-"