Ulric Skandau, the Dragon Master
Ulric examined his surroundings, his hazel eyes peering through the eye slits in his helm. Fafner beneath him glided in gently, perching himself on a strong oak, allowing his rider to see the plains in front of him. Armored hands sharply patted Fafner's scaled neck, and Ulric leaned back in the saddle, looking for an up cropping, anything to hide their base. Letting a long sigh leave him, he couldn't find anything, and he began to hope that Alex found something of use. Ulric's hands firmly grasped the reins of his dragons, and pulled up, beckoning Fafner skywards. The dragon bellowed, and its mighty wings flapped. Back in the air, hazel eyes looked about, wondering where his companion had went.
Urging Fafner forward, the dragon went for the plain, landing in a field of wheat. Dismounting from his bronzed dragon, Ulric began to pace around, wondering what to do. He needed to hide Fafner, and keep the dragon hunters from his comrades. Letting a sigh from him, he sat down in the field next to Fafner, and he began to stroke the scaled beast's neck.
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