For the past two years, coincidentally the same time you came of age, your father had been dropping hints with progressively less subtlety that you should venture into the world on your own.  Not that he has anything against you, in fact he did a fairly good job at guiding your understanding and use of your dragon heritage; it is just that he is eager to find some other woman to impregnate and he could hardly do so with a whelp still occupying his nest.<br/><br/>All of that leads up to present day where your dear ol’ dad decided enough was enough and executed his most overt hint yet.  This display manifested itself in the form of you waking up to being handed a backpack containing all your worldly belongings, a regional map with the relatively nearby metropolis of Talongarde circled and dotted line from your (what is about to be former) home leading directly to it, and the fatherly words of wisdom “trust nobody but yourself and when in doubt use protection” before promptly and literally throwing you out of the nest as far as he could physically manage.  He trusted you would be quick and skilled enough to avoid crashing all the way to the base of the mountain from whence he ejected you.<br/><br/>When you finally do come to a safe landing, you find a world of opportunities before you and nothing but a relatively simple map to give you any sort of direction.  As far as you can tell, Talongarde is a solid two weeks of travel at your fastest pace, but you can easily make out several villages, hamlets, and towns along the way.  Of course, not entirely sheltered in your youth, you are at least relatively familiar with the area immediately around your home mountain and can think of at least a dozen hunting and merchant trails should you wish to find a ride or companion before riding into a populated settlement for your very first time.