He glanced back at her, she was speaking to Damian. He couldn't hear what they were speaking about of course, when two or more people of high enough power level speak, they could block out their conversation from everyone, even him. At this level, you did it naturally. You didn't think about it; your mind subconsciously blocks out everyone else.
He turns back and faces toward the forest. He stops and speaks to the group as he turns to them.
"Alright, I'll be staying here, I'm watching." He says simply.
Someone flies up from the forest, a dark-skinned man with grey hair, Dorian nods to him and he nods back, "I've identified the location of the Wyvern. Luckily for us, it is sleeping inside a cave it has dug into the side of a small mountain."
Dorian barely listens, the words were not for him, it was for the group, who turn their attention to Argon.
They discuss together for a bit, and then without a second thought they descend into the forest leaving him, alone, floating above. Watching.
Damian was quite a character, he was so, so young. Even for a normal mortal, just 34 years of age. He was already an Obsidian.
It had taken Dorian 70 years. Granted, there were far, far less resources at his disposal, despite being born into the Obsidian family. Times had changes rapidly, and now a promising talent could get more stuff than a promising Obsidian a thousand years ago.
Make no mistake, Dorian would have been much faster if he had been born in this day and age. Faster than even Damian, who was an unheard-of talent. It had truly been a lucky encounter to find him, he had been searching -as usual – for a companion. A quest he had only recently finished.
He had been just nine when he had found him, crouching in a hidden village in some distant mountains. A ghost town, corpses and blood littered the streets. Green, dwarven creatures with long, sharp noses with sharp teeth to accompany. They weren't very intelligent or powerful, but there were many of them, and they were just stupid enough to be suicidal. Many green corpses accompanied those of the humans, but they had won.
They had been parading around with long, sharp sticks with the heads of important village men on the ends, intimidating – stupidly – the foe they had already defeated.
But one had survived, Damian by some chance had survived. And by an even bigger chance Dorian had stumbled onto him in the small window before he would be found and killed.
After realising Damian's talent, he had quickly extracted him, and the goblins never even knew they had missed him.
That was pretty much it, he had been taken back to the Guild, where he had excelled and had become an Obsidian three years ago. Which was why he was only at Tier II, he only did missions that would help him rank up and not tier up. So, he racked up pretty much no contribution in the early ranks.
They didn't talk much, they didn't interact much, but there was a mutual trust between them. Dorian knew that Damian trusted no one more than him, and he too trusted Damian completely.
And now, Dorian looked down at them as they landed in front of the large cave, where gusts of wind were billowing out from the entrance rhythmically, the steady breathing of the giant beast that could not yet be seen whipping up a gale.
They stood outside, and then Argon made the first move, he shot a flame bolt spell into the cave, it lit up the tunnel on the way through, and finally hitting the great beast at the end. Who abruptly woke up.
It unfurled itself and stalked out of the cave, it was an off-white colour and was quite clean., no dirt hung off its body. It had large, green eyes and lots of menacing looking teeth. Nothing like his dragon of course, but still respectable.
As it approached the mouth of the cave, it was rained with spells, which didn't do much too affect it. These were probing spells that served two purposes, the first was to gauge how durable the beast was and the second was to try and keep the beast in the cave, keeping it's movements restricted.
The first works well, they can gauge that it's really fucking durable.
The second doesn't work at all, the beast moves out of the cave like it wasn't even being attacked.
Dorian sighs, this was going to be a long fight. Hopefully, they can deal with it.
His eyes turn to Damian, let's see how far he's come.