No one gives orders to a red. No one. When Sariarda followed the great wyrms call, it was because she was showin respect to the silvers age and because she was curious. But she would not hurry. After eating the bandits she took a few hours nap before leaving for the direction of the call.<br/><br/>She raised just high enough to be mistaken for bird from the ground if anyone brothered to look up. She usualy traveled that way. It was a good middleground between being careful to avoid slayers and refusing to live in human form as she did. She had a human form, true, but she rarely used it for long and it didn't hide her supernatural nature from educated observer anyway. Not with her yellow molten eyes and flaming red hair.<br/><br/>As she approuched the glade from northeast she noticed many other dragons approaching the same place from different directions. "This will be intereting" She muttered as she slowly started to descend.