After finding a burial site for the Icewing, and visiting a dealer of dragonflame cactus and a great many other dealers,Trogon was prepared for a excursion to the Claws of the Clouds. His weapons included several jars of pyrite,and a half dozen dragonflame cactus weeds.
His sheath was fully loaded,and he had four days worth of rations and water.
His journey went well. He flew fast and hard,rarely stopping. The wind blew hard southeast,in the direction he was going. By the time he was in the mountains,he smelled a hint of salt in the air.
He set base camp at the bottom of a well wooded,beautiful mountain.
Now for the next part of his plan.
He watched the cloudless sky for three long days,but not a soul drifted over that large pass. On the sixth day ,his rations running low,he spotted a Skywing over the valley. He prepared to run down the messenger.
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