I look around. Two Mud Wings are flying east. A war veteran slumps over a charred and battered rock, while testing out his aquatic.
"Come get your raw fish! RAW FISH!" a vendor yells in my ear. He was a Sand Wing. His barbed tail curved in to itself, as if it were sensing an attack.
The streets were full with different dragons.
I couldn't help but wonder... WHERE AM I?