As the badly damaged boat pulled up into the dock, Rooster the Wise grabbed his belongings. Getting off, he looked up to find his friend Pops and his oldest son Duke. "How did your trip go? Did you get close to the nest?" Pops asked. Walking past him, the chieftain muttered, "Wasn't even close. What about you? Did you have any progress?" The older Viking didn't get a chance to answer as some people rushed over and blurted out comments.
"Everyone is so relieved!"
"The gods have answered our prayers Rooster!"
"We've been saved!"
"No one is gonna miss that nuisance!"
Taken back by all of this, Rooster looked over at Pops. There was a bad feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. "He's... he's gone?" he asked, his voice trembling. Nodding his head, Pops replied, "Yeah, most afternoons after training. I can't blame him. The life of a celebrity has to be pretty hard on a kid his age." Confused, Rooster glanced over at Duke, hoping to get an explanation.
"I don't know how Dad," Duke spoke calmly, "But Max... he has this way with the dragons. He's the Dragon Master."
