Byblos HunterThe slayer led his horses uncertainly through the front gate of Byblos. A mercilessly hot sun beat upon him as he was pushed into the swirling mass of beasts and beings. His instructions were clear, find Sanquis and kill him. Prince Talwin wanted the beast's hide for a celebration. Octavian did not understand why the Prince couldn't just have any old blue dragon's hide. There was always another king ready to take the dead one's place.
Octavian's appearance normally would be considered odd in the desert, but the traders and merchants came from all regions, making the point moot. He glanced around the wide, stone streets. Everywhere he looked, there were dragons, almost as plentiful as throng of humans and humanoids. The beasts conducted business just like anyone else. "Which one is their king?" He thought. Apparently the king's only identifying mark was a series of black triangles on its right cheek.
He was too busy looking up at the creatures then in front of him. Octavian walked into