Deep in the forest where patrols from the kingdom did not wander an assembly of dragon hunters had gathered. This was usual for a day or so before the hunt started. The hunters wanted the pray for themselves, but it did not mean that they were entirely unsocial. The day before the chase began was for the social aspect of the whole thing. People made deals, they traded and for the right price gave some hard earned advice. It was a private market for the hunters of dragons or a moveable village. Agreements of cooperation were witnessed, and broken contracts were paid. And everybody was on their toes because when the first dragon roar has heard the hunt was on. It was every man or at least, hunting party for themselves.<br/><br/>A dozen tents were rigged up, and even a merchant cart had fought its way to the clearing. The same merchant as always, he was the only outsider the dragon hunters wanted there. It was also good business for him. People on the hunt was surprisingly fond of sweets. He had secured his wagon with pitons in the grass and opened up the back so he could give the people their wears without having every brute in what was his home as well as his shop. It was the only real point of colour in the camp. The rest of the tents were all in brown or greens.<br/><br/>"Shouldn't you be out there, lying plans and showing off your new toys?" Thomas asked as he moved into the wagon once again after selling one of the hunters even more rope. As if one could capture something of dragon-kind by mere rope. However, he wasn't one for saying no to a paying customer. Clara was sitting beside his little table, a book in front of her and a dagger resting in her hand.<br/>"You know I don't have any new toys, and I much rather spend time here with you" she did not look up from the book as she answered him. The finger resting under the sentence she was reading revealed how slowly it was going.<br/>"What does that word mean? P-u..." she asked with knitted brows. He sat down on the other side of the table and looked over on the book.  When he sat down, it looked like he had to fold himself together in the small chair. It was a wondered that be survived with such a small furniture when he was so tall. Maybe it was because he also could fit in narrow places.<br/>"Purity" he just had time to duck when the book came flying towards him and instead made a hollow thump as it hit the wall.<br/>"Why do you always throw it at me?!"<br/>"You are the one that was going to teach me how to read!" She crossed her arms over her chest.<br/>"I am! It would go much better if you didn't keep throwing the books at me!" he turned around and took the book from the floor.<br/>Clara turned her head away from him, orange hair falling from the ponytail it was fastened in.<br/>"It's your fault for choosing such stupid books for me to read," she grumbled.<br/>"How can you have so little patience? You are a hunter for pity's sake." Thomas sighed while he checked the book for damages.<br/>"Those are two completely different things."<br/><br/>Thomas was about to answer her in like manner when his wagon shook with the dragons roar. The chair clattered to the ground as Clara stood up and ran out of the back door. Thomas looked after her while the door creaked on its hinges.<br/>"Be safe and come back with some dragon hide!" he shouted after her, well aware that she likely hadn't heard a word. Clara stopped outside of the wagon just to put on her gear. Her swords went into their sheaths before she fastened the rest of her weapons and slung the bag back over her shoulders. As each of the hunting parties began to move out after the flying dragon, she snuck into the forest and made her way in the wilderness. The hunt was on.