I've been traveling with this band of misfits for a day or two, we've just stumbled across the most amazingly detailed statue of a dragon I've ever seen. It took a bit of bravado to not bolt at first sight of the thing. Then the gnome climbed its back and disappeared inside. A moment later, the statue began to fly. Clearly powered by magic, its wings flapped far too slowly to lift the behemoth. I hesitated until the rest of the party climbed aboard, sensibilities be damned, I wanna fly!
We flew to the elven port of Elmwood, my new friends seemed eager to be away from the roads for some reason. The landing of a dragon caused quite a spectacle. The gloomy one seemed to have business high in the trees. I volunteered to stay with the dragon, mostly because my wargs would be uncomfortable climbing something so precarious. When they returned, the gloomy she-elf had an "I'm on a mission" expression written across her face. It wasn't long before we took to the skies again.