After checking for the third time that his robe was fastened tightly around his head and body, Will took flight. The night skies were bare; no Moon, just the faint glimmering of the stars above the city of Warfang. Any other day of the month, his pale yellow scales would have been obvious in the darkness, but now, he was hidden. That was why their group always met at this time, Roland had explained to him. Easier to hide.
Diving down from the lofty heights Warfang Palace rested upon, Will descended towards the entrance to the ancient Undercity, flying inside as fast as he could. The vast doors were always open, but as far as he knew, nobody ever ventured into the caverns if they could avoid it. Long ago, it had housed many a noble dragon family, and he knew there were meant to be vast mansions carved out of the stone beneath the city, but these days the halls lay vacant, and the streets were the fiefs of beggars, the sickly and any other dragon who didn't have a place to sleep at night