Great Balls of Fire ll Gerome&Haar
As far as he was concerned, being in Ylisse just meant for new customers. Future gold was still gold all the same. It had taken some time to drum up business in the town near where the Shepherds were camped but he finally managed to procure a map and a couple clients willing to blindly trust a stranger with their packages.
Haar was inside, collecting up a delivery. His dragon waited patiently in the street outside, laying out of the way curled between two buildings with his upper body out in the street. The dragon watched patiently as horses and civilians passed by, all more than little surprised at the massive foreign lizard.
Every once in a while, Gerome would take it onto himself to go into town and assure the items he needed were bought by doing so himself. He never cared for the idea of another handling his affairs, and knowing he was left relying on the Exalt and his tactician was an uncomfortable thought indeed.
That day was one of those days, and as Minerva flied high above watching over her master, he walked the streets of the small village buying and selling whatever he needed; now and then checking the skies to assure himself of his wyvern's safety.
It was as he was turning to head back to camp that he spotted what appeared to be a dragon he had never seen in his lifetime. It did not appear anything like a Manakete, and it's arms and size were the only proof needed to assure the rider that it was not a wyvern either.
Gerome moved closer to the reptile, remaining cautious in case of disturbing it's peace, and watched it in interest.
"Incredible... A dragon like you is actually someone's mount...?"
