One hundred feet below the armored man coiled a long and heavy snake like dragon. His copper scales, dulled now by the cool sand and dirt, The sand at this depth was a little cool for Yosei, but it was comfortable enough. Yoshi had asked him to make himself scarce for a little while, and so, Yosei was hiding. Napping actually.

As the brush of a new mind, one most certainly not the deep shadow he had felt earlier brushed Yoshi's mind he cracked one eye. Who I am is insignificant. A bit rude perhaps, but this dragon might scare off his prey… or whatever the shadows were. I am waiting for something, something not pleasant… If you wish to watch, please do so, but your distance will scare it off. It was both an invitation to stay but also a delicately put request for the dragon to fly a bit higher.

Yoshi was not mad, he knew full well what baiting a creature of darkness could bring. It could bring power. Or it could bring death. Yoshi was a warmonger however, and the only thing he craved more than power was glory. What better a way to attain such glory than to derive it from the blood of your enemies. Okay, so perhaps the foreign warlord was a bit mad, touched in the head by the gods of war some said, but he knew what he was doing.

As Yoshi spoke to the new dragon Yosei stirred from his sleep slightly, privately listening in on the conversation for a moment before sending out a tendril of his own consciousness towards the shining beast far above him. Forgive Yoshi, he is often rude when he should not be.