Carlos stared open-mouthed at the vision his scrying spell was showing him. High enough in the sky above to look like a gaming miniature figure from the ground, the majestic winged creature flew with deceptively little motion. Its leathery wings, extending dozens of feet to either side of its body, mostly held steady, adjusting course with minor changes in angle and only occasionally flapping. Its silver scales shone in the sun, daylight reflecting off of them like they were metal. Each scale was tiny, and they fit together in a wonderfully flexible overlapping mesh. Its neck seemed almost like a particularly shiny snake as it bent in one direction after another, letting the creature's head look at whatever it chose without unduly disrupting its flight path.Its four legs, two front and two back, were tucked in tight to its body in flight, but they looked strong and had sharp claws. A long tail lazily trailed behind it, fluttering in the wind of its own aerial wake. At the front, its head held a jaw filled with sharp teeth. Two slits for nostrils sat above the mouth, with a pair of eyes a little higher and farther back. All of it exuded menace and power, seeming to promise death to anything that dared oppose it—though that impression might have been influenced by the mana pressure it was exerting on everything in the area.Carlos blinked a few more times, then snapped his mouth shut and shook himself. He turned to Lorvan, who was standing as straight and ready as ever in their little concealed hollow, and with a wave of his hand, he conjured an image of what he was seeing. "Just to make sure, um… Is that a dragon?"Lorvan nodded immediately. "Yes. Do you still want me to attempt to fight it?"Carlos hastily shook his head and waved his hands in denial. "No, no, I'm already convinced you'd be terribly outclassed. But, um, can you tell me anything about its capabilities and the best tactics for fighting it?" He looked around at the rest of (...)