Procession

We march across the land now as victors. We have passed through Astown and Midmarch, where we were greeted as heros by the townsfolk, and are now travelling onto Arbordene.

The men are singing songs, with the Elves joining in with them. Above us we are constantly overlooked by scores of dragons, as they soar and dive in celebratory flight. Tomepicker keeps looking up at them, then back at me. He is desperate to join them in the skies, but will not leave my side. I must tell the decision I have come to about my future soon.

Looking around at our homecoming march, it makes for a most satisfying sight to the races of Methtintdour so happy together.