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Icirrus City Outskirts/Outside Dragonspiral Tower||Early Morning
Drayden gently crushed the remnants of his meager breakfast into the soil as he gathered his coat about his shoulders to defend him against the morning chill. Though nearing his more useless years, he never found waking early to be troublesome as his body had been accustomed to the ritual for decades now. He was still tired from the arduous journey from the League, to be sure, but it wouldn't hinder him in waking now. His campfire long snuffed, the world was still naught but black silhouettes against a smoky blue sky, still asleep without the sun's light. Quietly taking his bag he strode forward toward a looming shadow that defiantly stood against the clouds above.
It wasn't a terribly far walk; Drayden had made sure he was in easy reach of the tower the night prior, and for one as obsessed with the Dragonspiral Tower and its lore as he was, knowing the terrain around it was second nature. He was simply grateful his sleep had been uneventful.
There was a figure standing near the entrance, but it came at no surprise to the Dragon trainer. His Haxorus, Guillotine, had stood by and made sure there was no immediate danger. She greeted him coolly, as she normally did, and he patted her shoulder lightly once he drew near. "No trouble, then?" she shook her head and he simply nodded, grateful. "Good." He wandered near the dark entryway a moment before going back to her, fussing over some old scars as he spoke. She gave no mind to it, as she was used to such treatment. "Let's hope for some more good news, then. Hope our decent luck doesn't run out."
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