Blacktail Deer Plateau To be a poet is a condition...

"You can start by at least trying to finish the poem," Wraen grinned at him mischievously. "If you fail... there might be some dragon baby-sitting duties in store for you, but then we will have to find Maia, she is in charge of that and all," she added, voice serious, but with merry laughter in her eyes. It was obvious that she thoroughly enjoyed pushing Arcturus in the corner as far as possible.

"But jokes aside - how are you doing?" she asked, regardless of whether her friend chose to venture the dangerous realms of poetry or decided that herding a rambunctious pack of imaginary dragons was a lesser evil. "We are pretty close to your former home - if that at any point makes you feel uncomfortable, do say so. The world is a big place, we will definitely find a peaceful corner for us to be."