<span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Next Morning<br/>Zain</strong></span><br/><br/>Zain whistled cheerfully as he strode out to the gates, not carrying much more than he’d appeared with at the festivities.  The dragon king’s lips didn’t allow him to whistle in the human fashion, whereas a human whistling through their teeth could usually manage—at best—a shrill blast, Zain managed cheery music.<br/><br/>“Good morning, everyone.  I hope you enjoyed yourselves last night.”  He crouched and took his ease while he waited for the others to arrive, though he did offer, “We’ll want to get a good ways from civilization before I cast this spell.  Besides drawing attention, a Stormwind Rider as big as we will need could knock open windows, throw dishes around, and damage crops.”<br/>