Voradin sat wordlessly against the side of one of the stone towers that  had offered a great view of the valley and forest located below. He breathed heavily as he began to widdle at a small block of wood with a carving knife. He took time to savor the work as his deep blue eyes ran frantically across the wood. Nearly transforming it into the shape that he desired with his eyes. He breathed slowly, and as patient as the stone beneath him he made indentation after indentation. He forgot how long he had been within the confines of the immense city that sprawled around him, and he even forgot how long ago this war actually began. He sighed again at the thought, The block began to take shape as he meticulously gouged out sections of the wood, letting the shavings and splinters fall away into the open spaces around him. He looked away for a moment and wondered where Dargon had wandered off to.<br/><br/>Dargon sat in the valley below at the edge of the wood. His large and powerful frame nestled deep within a few jagged rocks that seemed to form an unnatural bedding for the massive creature.  Dargon's heaving breath released heavily through his nostrils. This had been the first time in a long time that the dragon had known a moment of rest. He opened his red eyes and gazed across the wonder of the landscape, his head inching up from its resting place to jostle to and fro to quickly survey the surroundings. He wanted this moment to continue but knew that he couldn't stay long. He never knew who was out hunting, and what for.<br/><br/>Voradin yawned. Thankful that a moment of peace could wash over him and his fellow riders. He watched Dargon fly up the walls and nestle himself down next to Voradin trying his best to hide his large girth against the wall without harming any of the buildings around. "Have a good rest my friend?" Voradin asked of Dargon, letting his wods be carried across the open winds as he looked up at the might of the copper dragon that laid near him.<br/>"I did...It has been so long since I could nap like that. I wish that all days were like this again." Replied Dargon, letting his back twitch slightly in the difficulty of the confines.<br/>"Yes well...We all do my great friend. One day though, one day... Things will get better." Voradin left the small widdled figure rest against the stone, its form a great bears head. He got up and began to stretch and knelt down to sling his quiver and bow over his shoulder. Pulling the battle axe free and keeping it held within a leather gauntlet, unsheathed it from the saddle attatched to Dargon. "You may wish to sleep some more friend... We will no doubt have a long day ahead of us." Voradin said, as he watched Dargon rise from his resting place to fly amongst the skies. Voradin casually made his way to the blacksmiths building, hearing the familiar clank from steel hit across an anvil. "Hello?...Can someone please fix this blade?" He brought out his battleaxe and waited hoping that one of the talented blacksmiths would see to the weapon quickly.