Oberon gazed up at the thunder dragon when it came into view, sitting atop of Sicarus he looked on in awe at the magnificent dragon before him. Anara had been truly gifted those many years ago and as the dragon landed, Sicarus seemed to shudder in anticipation. He whispered to him, "There there boy, all in due time." He put on his helmet as Anara spoke, ten hours of flying? That would be extremely fun, maybe he would even take a nap.

He too, had noticed the newcomers who were not at the meeting. He guessed it would be alright to tell them his name, "Let's get this out of the way," Oberon spoke at the new people as he pulled his cloak around himself, "I am Oberon Rontan, this is Sicarus. Let's go." A little harsh but necessary, this was a mission after all, formal talk would have to come later.

He then pulled the reigns on Sicarus and within two flaps of his wings, they were airborne and ready to go.