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"You've really got to be more careful, man!" says another elf as he hauls his friend out of the sinkhole. He managed to grab the hand of his friend just in time.

"Why would you ever think that yelling over delicate snow was a good idea? There could be sinkholes like this everywhere."

The elf that fell into the sinkhole groaned, and rubbed his wrist. Both he and his friend were young, apprentices at best. Spyglasses were reattached to leather quivers and slung across their back, the equipment of scouts. Azura's scouts.

One of them suggested checking out the dragon that was shot down. He had mismatched eyes of blue and green. The other, with dull yellow eyes, agreed. Getting on their horses, the two elves treked across the snowy plains to the unconscious beast. The enchanted arrow imbued with a sleeping spell was retrieved from the dragon, notes were scribbled down with ink and quill, and a fallen scale collected as a sample. They then rode back, away from the mountains and back to the army's camps.