***Wolf’s POV***
Isiandor landed in the middle of town, scaring everyone almost to death, except for the pirates of course at the docks, but they care nothing for dragons. Isiandor glared at everyone as they began to approach, but they stopped a good distance away from him. I slipped down his side, under his wing, and to the ground. I rubbed his forehead and spoke to him in Draconic, for some time, and everyone just watched me with my dragon.
“Isiandor, you will be greatly missed.” I said.
“As will you, my Wolf.” He answered.
We said our goodbyes, and Isiandor flew away to Aloria, while I went to the docks. “I need ship builders.” I said addressing the whole jetty. A good number of men stepped forward, “Let me be more specific.” I began, “I need the best ship makers here to bu
