Fifty feet above the treetops to the north of Elmshade, a griffon and rider speed toward the site where bright dragon breath was seen through the clouds and darkness hours before, close to where they knew The Trinity called their home. 

Though The Skyriders of Tyr usually kept to the mountains and lands thirty miles to the north, evil had been emanating from the direction of Elmshade in recent weeks and now there was sightings of dragon's breath.  Things such as this needed to be investigated, and that was why Eragor and his friend Strike were on their way south.

They flew low to avoid the strong gusts of the wind higher up and so they could see anything on the ground through the snow that might be able to give more detail to what had been going on.  Though the rider hadn't seen the burning landscape, charred bodies, or those still living fleeing for their lives (not to mention the source of the flame itself) that dragon fire left behind, he knew that he and Spike would eventually come by one of these things or something similar.  So on they flew through the storming darkness, hoping that their trip hadn't bee in vain.