Of Mountains and Machines
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Then again, there wasn't always much of anything here. Back when I was a young boy, the only action between these mountains was the excitement of the annual hunt led by my grandfather, and the thrill of taming the roaming mechanical Tartua horses with my brother Agnar. Believe it or not, it takes a rather extraordinary amount of skill to remain on the back of one of those beasts while running a domestication program without getting bucked off.
