After a week of training, assessment, and for some just hanging out in the Fingermen camp outside of Haverhold Tark called six people forward for a flight to Bedlam on his huge winged drake, Boots.
The flight was incredible at the start for some, and pretty mundane for others.
Colonel Tark, as is his way made at least one member of the passengers uncomfortable enough to become magically violent.
Then a strange whistling caught the attention of ours heroes and the drake.
Boots pitched down and east flying toward an hauntingly beautiful glass forest