Vihor had been feeling strange since he had met the quadrion. The prince knew about his past, he was certain on it. Those glances, no matter how hard the other man had tried hiding them, had not gone unnoticed. But he could handle Caleb. People like that, especially noble folk, they were all the same, you could make them happy with just following their orders and not sticking out - not that Vihor was particularly good at that but trying should be enough. 

It was the dwarf that worried him a lot more. If he knew about Vihor’s background he didnt show it. Vihor himself didnt know a lot about his, just that he was a mage and former warrior, but he couldn't be sure if he had gotten the same amount of information about other dragonriders as they had. Just that he was a mage worried him. Vihor himself had felt the energy shifting, the air changing, when Stratim had carried him up to the plateau they had met. A mage with that kind of power or experience usually had that effect, he had learned that years ago, just never experienced it to this degree.

Strarim snorted and brought Vihor back into reality. The other riders were already flying and looking down on them, waiting. Vihor seriously questioned how he hadn't noticed them taking off. With a sigh he wrapped his fingers around Startim's rilled horns and gave her the signal to get up. With a few wingbeats she left the ground and in a steep flight they came up to the others.