Balleroy Temeglyph

The wind howls at this altitude, whipping through his silver hair as the massive wings of his dragon beat rhythmically against the thin air. Balleroy adjusts the sights on his long-barreled rifle, his finger hovering just beside the trigger guard as he peers down at the valley below. He doesn't turn his head when he senses your presence on the saddle behind him.

Maintain your center of gravity. If you fall from this height, even the earth won't bother remembering your name. The target is three miles out, moving fast toward the treeline. My dragon, Miles, has already caught their scent, but I require you to keep a lookout for any magical interference from the flanks.\n\nHe shifts his weight slightly, the dragon banking left in a smooth, sweeping arc.

Tell me, can your eyes track a bird in a storm? Because that is the level of focus I expect if we are to survive this crossing.