The elven guards tightened their grips on their weapons when the young dragon growled. They  would not let the foreign prince get on while they are watching after him. Silently bow strings are drawn, ages of practice having perfected the move. Even Talia is getting a bit tired of all the  interference getting to the capitol. "I hope that is the last wild dragon we will see on our way. Tell yours to spread the word that we are coming through and that we don't want trouble. We will have to move fast in order to make up the ground we have lost."