Yerig nodded. "Aye, most dragons can speak our tongue. Whether they choose to or not is another matter. I can speak the dragon language, at the very least." He answered.
The mountains at the center of the island were not tall enough to be snowy, though the trees did still start to thin as the terrain became more uneven and rocky. Yerig voiced his concern that the group would have to start scaling cliff faces if they wanted to get to the top of the mountain with the dragon, only partially sarcastically. However, the tracks they were following eventually led onto an actual trail: the first sign they had discovered that the island had ever actually been inhabited by anyone. The trail was old and partially overgrown by grass. It seemed to wind its way up the mountain, and based on the tracks they could see, it had been what Cyrus and his group had followed up the mountain.
The trail was long, steep, and winding, but it did lead the entire distance up the mountain. Yerig was nearly out of breath by the time they neared the top, but fortunately, was not too distracted to keep himself quiet on their approach. The trail led up to a mostly flat clearing on the top of the mountain, which was wide and had only grass for foliage. At the very center of the clearing was a single old, stone Imperial watchtower that was just tall enough to be the highest point on the island at its tip, though with the tree cover on the island, it had not been easily visible from below. However, what would draw their eyes more would be the dragon itself, which had finally come into full view. For Sabine, or either of the others, it was among the largest of creatures that any of them had seen in person. Not even the largest and strongest of lycans could come close to the scale of the reptilian beast, which had massive claws and teeth which could easily rip a person apart. And that was not even to mention a dragon's magical abilities. What was even more curious about it, however, was what it was doing. Surrounding the base of the watchtower was what, at first, looked to be debris. There were smashed wooden crates, broken carts, and quite a few chests and other containers, all of which had been collected into a disorganized pile. Looking closely, however, they would be able to see that these containers were not empty, Although it was hard to pick out details from a distance, many of the crates carried trade goods like cloth, leather, and even the glint of gold and jewels. The dragon itself was on the ground in the clearing, dragging in its mouth a crate with East Empire Company markings towards the base of the watchtower.
While Sabine may not have been informed on the habits of dragons, the perplexed look on Yerig's face would show that it was an unusual sight. "That's...odd." Yerig whispered.
