He had never seen such odd-looking dragons before. Shorter in stature but visibly bowed by the years, no doubt many of them could barely come up to Spike’s chest, yet the way Ember gingerly moved before the withered husks, they may as well have been as tall as mountains. Wyverns was their name, Ember had said. Dragonkin but not Dragons, and for that, they existed to service dragons in pursuing things that most dragons found cumbersome or not worth their time. In this case, the governance of their faith. 