[SRP] Wyvern Rescue

[Echo]

Joachim considered his options. This was an awfully small group to have stolen wyverns, which meant that some might already be out flying - but they weren't anywhere in sight. He made another circle, cutting much closer as soon as he was out of sight from the camp, watching his surroundings. Still in the clear. He twisted back to catch Gwen's eye and motioned for her to hold her altitude for now. Then, when they came around to the camp side again, he kicked Fafnir upward to give the bandits the scare of their lives.

The man with the meat had vanished into the cave, which left five lolling around when Fafnir swooped over the edge of the plateau and let out his mightiest roar at Joachim's prompting. He landed square in the middle of their camp, scattering the fire with powerful wingbeats. Joachim stood up in the saddle, brandishing his poleaxe with his most practiced manic grin. "Should have stuck to the small-time, morons!" he bellowed, and took a threatening swing at the nearest man who'd toppled backwards into a weather-beaten crate.

Five against Fafnir and Joachim weren't the best odds, but Gwen was nearby, and he'd dealt with thieves who were actually prepared to fight many times - and never lost a shipment. This should be easy by comparison.