As Alanor saw the dragon burn the town down. He couldn’t wait for it to be done. He would have gone down there to help but he felt like watching it happen and hear the screams. He didn’t feel any sympathy for the town because he liked terrorizing places. He had already destroyed 23 villages and killed hundreds of people.

Many hunters and the kingdom had tried to catch him but they couldn’t, they were either too slow or he would kill them. He liked the color and feeling that the fire had. It was thrilling yet scary. He loved it.

When Thylinagoken was finished razing the town, Alanor would ride him back to their base and chill for another week, their hunger for destruction and death satisfied. It was a pretty good life, it was better than being a store clerk at a kingdom that oppressed people and your business.

Alanor would eventually attack the kingdom itself but it was too big of a job for now. He had to recruit some others. He had a few in mind but he was trying to build his reputation. He would go for them in two weeks, and attack the kingdom itself in 6 months. It was all planned out in his base.

Alanor’s spear in hand, he walked down to the village to clean up the rest of the people. It was a good day to be alive for him and not for them. Damn.