Onyxus wished that those around him could understand him. His ancient writing and forgotten language made it impossible to communicate when he wanted to. He tried speaking to the the one who gave him the contract but they just didn’t understand. He would have to find a way around this.
The pen is very small in the hands of the Golem so he takes care not to snap it. He only knew of the ancient rune system so he wrote in the ancient runes
Onyxus
The Golem’s face curl into a expression of deep thought. And then relaxes into an expression of realization. He points to the papers that terra holds in his hand.
As the sun goes down, an ancient giant wakes up. He had been sleeping for days now and was ready to move on. He walked for hours and came upon a little village. His eyebrows rose in curiosity as he saw a young girl with a dragon on her shoulder enter a tavern. He started towards the building.