"Lord Alfraed... Anspia is still recovering. You can imagine my surprise when I saw an elder dragon flying over the city. It nearly gave me a heart attack," Mason said, narrowing his eyes at Alfraed, who avoided his gaze. "Next time, try to be more restrained... Though I doubt that's possible..."
Alfraed shifted uneasily under Mason's intense stare, his usual confidence wavering. "I understand, Lord Mason. I didn't mean to cause such a commotion. It's just that... I was in a rush, and Elder Vyrath is the fastest… way to travel," Alfraed replied, hoping the elder dragon hadn't overheard him.
Mason sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Alfraed, you have a knack for making the impossible seem mundane. An elder dragon as a mode of transportation? Really?"
Alfraed scratched the back of his neck, a sheepish grin creeping onto his face. "Desperate times, my lord. Besides, Elder Vyrath is... accommodating."
