Roughly ninety miles east of the Arena lay the city of Port Cannon, the southernmost known coastal city, and well south of the Five Kingdoms. It was here that Calarith flew, his wings carrying him over the scorching desert far quicker than any earth-bound traveler could hope to match. A trip that would take Arena supply caravans three days or more took Calarith only half a day. And so, shortly after noon, the massive dragon landed outside the city, scanning the low rooftops for the person he was supposed to meet.
"You say Michael Ryan's captor left here a day ago?"
The cloaked figure nodded. Sandy yellow robes hid most of his features, but the human was still of a distinguished build, and besides, only a few kept the hoods of their robes up in desert heat, even if the cool breeze of the ocean were upon them.
"Kane left in a sloop yesterday morning, headed out north. He was very skittish, and barely talked to anyone."
"Daskir, remove that silly hood. There's no reason to hide your scars from me."
Hesitant to obey the dragon, but more hesitant to do otherwise, the man removed his hood.
Even after all this time, such atrocities between humans amaze me, Calarith thought blandly. The left side of the man's face was normal, though slightly wrinkled with age, but the left side was a thick mass of scarred tissue. His right eye was a sickly yellow, his cheekbones all but revealed under a very thin layer of puckered scars. His jaw was pitted with small depressions, and near the joint of it was a deep pit nearly an inch across. Another legacy of the 18-year war Harac had waged on the Five Kingdoms.
"Now that you have marveled at my deformities, Calarith, may I conceal them again? Such gawking is unbecoming of a dragon."
"Yes, of course, Daskir. I thank you for your information on Kane. Ryan will owe me a favor for this, and if it is him I fight in the final match, such information will throw him off-balance. I do not fear fighting a Catalyst, but there is always the chance that I may lose."
"Of course, Calarith. Speed of Aumer be with you," the scarred veteran said, turning.
"And His strength with you, Daskir," Calarith replied. Turning, the dragon left the edge of the city, winging his way back towards the Arena. With luck, he could still catch the last fight of the day.
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