"They are on their way," a blond, male dragon told Dracon in the center of his village in the Dark Forest. It was late morning, but still early yet, and most of the dragon shifters were still sleeping peacefully in their tents and lean-tos.

"Who?" Dracon asked, suddenly on alert.

"Several knights of Cambria," the dragon replied, looking around to ensure that he had not been overheard.

"How many?"

"Five," the dragon replied, "but they are the finest ...