Seron had been assigned a small party to patrol one of the main roads that acted as a trade route to other cities for the road had seen a unusual high number of attacks, it was if the bandits always knew their next move, like they were coordinating the attacks but Seron knew this was unlikely since they lacked the organisation, unity and knowledge on how to launch a series of attacks. Nonetheless Seron could not help but feel anxious about what it might mean.

Seron was riding down the road on horseback with the rest of his party with his squire logging the numbers of wagons and people walking along the path as well as a few dragons flying overhead which was not uncommon. And because of the logging of dragons and the keen eye of his men he noticed that these were no Dragons but Wyvrens. Without further hesitation he pulled his horse around and yelled "Follow them!" to his men.