[Iliad]

Rhys heard the flap of wings, and the rushing of wind even from the depths of the cavern, echoing down the halls with a cold blast of fresh night air in the maze of the cave system, giving the knight the first hope he had had in hours now. The knight had no idea how long the warren went on, but he seemed only to find circles and no enemy, only traces there of as he looked, but the low thump of heavy taloned paws, the scent of some unknown creature all made him too aware of the fact the caverns owner was home, the grip on his sword hilt tightening as he licked his lips in anticipation. He was weary from his fruitless searches in heavy mail and armor, yet as the sound of approach drew nearer the exile found his heart hammering in his chest, giving him stamina he hadn't known he possessed as he climbed ever high on to some natural rock ledge over looking what he could only hope was the dragons path, lantern a blaze with the last of his candle, and sword held on the ready, he could only hope to catch the dragon enough off guard to strike the beast down, though he refused to lower himself to hiding in the shadows to stab an unwitting creature. Monster or no, a dragon was still a creature of the earth.
Rhys would swear he his heart was beating as loud as the thudding of the dragons paws as he waited, forcing himself to breath steady as his eyes focused in on the pathway ahead and the sounds growing ever nearer, he needed this, this battle would prove him a knight and the dragons head would win him back his honour, no knight had slain a dragon in a hundred years, and even when dragons roamed every forest, it had been to easy feat to slay one.