<A few days ago>
On the outskirts of town, a few Dragonkyn stir about their camp, packing up their gear.
"I can't wait to head north!" the white/silvered-scaled one shouts to the rest of the group. "I just love traveling! I bet we will get there in no time at all!"
"Ay, Gale, less chattin' and more packin'" states another Dragonkyn, this one with blue scales.
"Yeah Gale, shut your damn mouth and help me tear down this tent!" shouts a third, red-scaled Dragonkyn.
"You guys better pipe down before Draken gets pissed-" a fourth, gray-scaled, Dragonkyn starts before being interrupted.
"If you lot don't pipe down and get this gear packed, I'm heading north without you and claiming all of the treasure for myself!" bellows the fifth and final Dragonkyn, Draken. He appears to be the leader of the small group and is heavily armored, green-scaled, and has a long sword holstered to his hip.
"I-I want treasure sir!" shouts Gale. The other three nod their head in agreement as they rush around to pack the rest of the gear.
Draken shakes his head a mutters under his breath, "Of all the warriors the Elders could have assigned me... I get this good for nothing bunch..."