Serenas turns back to look at Valerie. He contemplates for a moment before going over to her, throwing himself onto her back.<br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">"I know there's only one dragonkin there, another dracomancer by the name of Sailwing. He's the Master of the local Dragonslayer's Guild, the Spearbrothers. Each of the village's main entrances has an on-duty dragonslayer at all times to verify incoming dragonkin - no worries on that score, I can get us all in neat and clean - and the market carries mostly food and simple wood, leather, and cloth items."</span><br/>Making sure he sits neatly, he frowns at Valerie.<br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">"Can you hold my weight? I have to be at least two hundred and eighty pounds when you count my armour..."</span><br/>To Valerie, the estimation must feel dead on. He's a big man, in heavy plate armour, so he's definately not a lightweight.