He gave her a prim look. "I am only good at climbing trees because there are no cliffs or mountains to perch on. A dragon must be a proper dragon, and no true dragon sits in a tree."<br/><br/>The young dragon kept a straight face for a moment, before smirking. "Mostly because few trees are big enough. And the glide down helps build wing muscles. Give me a minute."<br/><br/>He spent a few minutes looking for a good, tall tree that didn't have something nesting in it according to Damien, before beginning his ascent. Once at the top, he cast about for any signs of occupation. A bandit camp wouldn't be subtle.