[SRP] Wyvern Rescue

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He would fly off and make it look like he was in charge now, wouldn't he? Grumbling something unfriendly under her breath, Gwen urged Freyja back up into the air, following after Joachim and Fafnir. Without needing instruction, Freyja fell in behind the other wyvern and rider.

As they continued onward, a plume of smoke became visible from the other side of the mountain Gwen had indicated earlier. As they rounded the peak, a stand of scraggly trees clinging to a broad ledge about a third of the way up the mountainside became visible -- the shapes of patched homemade tents could be made out, along with the tiny scurrying figures of people. There couldn't have been more than five or six of them. This was a relief, although it was still more than Gwen would have liked to take on by herself.

More importantly, the mouth of a large cave was visible near the tents, and one of the bandits appeared to be dragging a fresh deer carcass into it. Clearly, that was where the wyverns were being kept. So far, no one in the camp below had noticed the two strange wyvern riders.