They approached cautiously, moving down toward the dragon and its worshippers with care. Michael swept his eyes across the area, realizing that aside from the dragon and its worshippers there was also a town surrounding them. Rock had been carefully carved away to create a sunken series of streets and plazas that contained a number of buildings built directly into the rock. From where he was standing it seemed clear that the initial carve out had been done by massive claws.He looked out across the worshippers, finding none of the golden letters he was used to, then moved his eyes toward the town where he found several patches of them. They moved carefully into the town, finding a number of carefully carved steps that allowed them into it. They felt immediate relief from the cool winds, and with the heat radiating from the dragon they felt quite comfortable in spite of the elevation.The homes within the town were much like those in the village they’d seen before, but with far more draconic iconography and far more people. They received curious looks, but not worried ones. There was a certainty within the people there, one that Michael recognized within himself. They believed they wouldn’t be hurt, they had faith in their god’s protection and power.Michael carefully followed the flashes of gold he saw until he reached a darker skinned man with neat hair and a clean appearance that didn’t match those around him. He looked vaguely familiar, and when he saw Michael he approached him immediately.“Champion. Bruntus told us you would soon arrive.”“I’m glad I could meet his schedule,” replied Michael with a smile. “Are you and his other followers okay? The air is thick with blood.”He nodded. “The dragon takes only willing sacrifices of men. There have been a couple fistfights and things of that nature, but nothing serious. We are well liked for helping to free so many from slavery.”“Didn’t they sell one another into slavery (...)