We talked very little on the dragon ride, or I should say I spoke very little and he spoke a lot. He introduced himself as Sean, and I refused to give him a name for myself. Since I was reluctent to speak, he talked more about his past. He claimed to have fell any rider that had given into the shadows though I believe he was just bosting. He also said he grew up in a town of the Faywood outskirts, a town destroyed by necro-shades. This I wouldn't have believed ither had the sadness not reflexed in his eyes...but to be killed by necro-shades meant that you were of the greatest offense to Than and his shadows. The cloak that I had been wearing was torn to make a temporary bandade for the gash in my shoulder. I need to go to the Citdeal elf capital, and I even told Sean as much...but I needed a new cloak. I need one before anyone of those elves saw me and realized who I was...and how dangerous I was to have.