Dracuoatlax sat atop his perch in the Vales of Aergondi, upon one of the highest peaks of the Beinn Sliabh Mountains near Dragonholt. He growled. Something was not right. The enemy that Lady Lana was wariest of in these battles was a cunning foe; they had concocted the Dragonsbane poison and nearly killed him with it twice now. Even his own home was not as safe as it ought to be. Yet there was another thought nagging at him at the moment. His master had probably found all the clues she needed to find the final orb, the ninth. He knew where it was, for it was the most famous of all the orbs: the Orb of Mystery.

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With a grunt, Dracuoatlax leapt off the mountain into the air, flapping as high as he could go to catch the fastest air currents. Something was not right. He had to get to Lady Lana as fast as he possibly could.