"Halt!" An abrupt voice called out. If Sefton looked over he'd see a girl only a handful of years older than him if that, standing on a craggy outcrop nearby with her hands on her hips and a snake at her feet. (On a closer look, one would note that said snake, although blue at first glance, seemed to be leaving a blue streak on the rocks which left purple splotches on its scales.)

The girl pointed an imperious finger at the boy and his glalie. "This is the town of dragon tamers. You can't come in here with that!"