-----Bane + Cakren-----
Bane was on the back of Cakren, soaring through the clouds in the Beor mountain range. He was speaking quickly in the ancient language, weaving a spell to gather the clouds around him. The clouds fell quickly into formation and covered Cakren and himself. Perfect, he thought. The spell went well. The energy it took was barely any today because it was cloudy. It might kill him to do it over the Hadarac desert.
What he wanted was some way to conceal himself as he flew. For in the Beors he couldn't fly high enough to get away from the Loyal dragon eyes. This way he appeared another cloud to anyone who couldn't stretch out their mind. Succeful in his attempt at the spell he told Cakren to fly back to the hideout. They landed soundlessly in the opening made in mountain. It was much like the one atop Tronjheim save smaller. Cakren bolted back out the entrance after Bane stepped down. He wouldn't get into trouble.
The next thing to think about was how to best gather forces. The Riders were better than any other race; so why were they so stubborn?