[center][b][color=f7941d][h1]Callum Algard[/h1][/color][/b][/center]

Despite his exhaustion, Callum was happy to be back on land. If the seas had been kind, Callum couldn't say. All he knew is that he still felt a rocking sensation even when standing on flat ground. He hadn't been afforded the luxury of a bath since he departed, so his hair was unkempt, his skin was greasy, and he was pretty sure he smelled like salt. At least his fingers weren't pruned anymore. His feet on the other hand... His boots squished with every step. Despite draining them before coming back on land, his work as a cabin boy had left them rather soaked. Hopefully, he'd have time to let them dry when it came time to let them dry. He glanced at his crude map, and then looked at the scene that spread out before his eyes. A big grin spread across his face; it was real.

The Dragon's name had popped up in various books, but all Callum knew thus far was his reputation. Greatest mage in the world, apparently. Part of him wondered if he would be turned away before he even met the man himself. After all, what would the world's most powerful magic user want with a disowned peasant urchin? He shook those thoughts away. He didn't come this far for nothing. Then, he noticed that his path was converging with four other travelers. It seemed like quite a coincidence for several people to be meeting up at once. Before he could get a good look at the other travelers though, a huge dragon swooshed overhead. Callum instinctively flinched and stared at the beast as it soared off to the mountains. "They're real..." Callum muttered, mouth agape.