Well, our master blacksmith has taken it upon himself to wander off. [She tuts, shaking her head.] How like him. And when I get back he'll probably just see it as something he can rub in my face.
[There's a distracted sort of tone to her voice as she walks, as if it's half to herself. She shakes her head and addresses the camera more directly.]
It was mostly copper we were able to bring back. But there were five bars of pure iron just - lying there! And the ogres are feeling particularly vicious, for some reason - they're straying quite far, too. I'd be careful, were I heading north.
[Which she is.]
Now. I've a beast to wrangle.
[She moves the communicator to focus on a rocky outcrop, high above.
A pair of huge white wings beat at the air.
There's a
white dragon perched there.
The camera flicks back to Aur's face.
She's smiling.]