[SRP] Wyvern Rescue

[Gazetteer]

"Yeah. The old man says they've got a camp up on that mountain over there." She indicated a short, blunt peak visible in the near distance. It wouldn't take long at all to fly there. "I don't know how much trouble to expect; if they've been here this long, they're either too small for the army to bother with or too big for the army to bother with. Probably the first one. The commander here knew my--" Gwen stopped herself, swallowing the words and then slowly starting the sentence over again. "... the local commander's not crooked, or so I hear. Not the sort who'd turn a blind eye if there were a major threat out in these mountains. This wyvern-stealing, that was definitely new."

Gwen rolled her shoulders, trying to work out some of the tension from the confrontation. "I figure if you're any good in an actual fight, between the two of us we're a match for some idiots on their first day of flying. I'd mostly be worried about hurting the animals if they tried to use them against us." She'd kill a wyvern in the heat of battle and not feel too bad about it, but somehow the prospect of killing the wyverns when they were ostensibly trying to retrieve them just left her feeling unsatisfied.