The mage went to his home up in the mountains, preparing for the journey. He didn't know much about dragons, so he pulled a book off of his shelf to read along the way. He packed everything into a large suitcase, before shrinking it and dropping it into his pocket. He walked out of the door and activated the ward around his house, making sure noone would be able to touch it in his absence.<br/><br/>Now ready for the journey ahead, he started out on the road, looking out at the mountains in the distance. He conjured himself a walking stick and started on his way. After a couple of days of journey, stopping each night for sleep and starting the next morning, he was finally at the base of the mountain. When he arrived and looked up at the majestic beauty above him, he felt something pulling on him. It made him feel out of place, like he didn't belong. He couldn't place it except for a nagging feeling.<br/><br/>He looked around and found the easiest path up through the mountain and set out on his way, his senses slightly dulled to the world around him.