Uriel,
Steward of Faldrun's Spire,
Champion of Faldrun,
Seeker of Vindecaldra.
"Come then, and..." Uriel purred out to Vega, from the lair she occupied. "Wait, what? 'Sod... off'?"
Uriel felt the heat in her blood rising as she considered the form of Vega, bypassing her Lair and scaling the side of the mountain instead. This was the one that Vindecaldra said was worthy of reforging. This one, this unwashed hill person, this strange bastard of the great Faldrun, spurned by her father and cursed. Just a wandering gypsy with no home or claim to anything.
Uriel felt the heat rising, and as she did, she channelled it to her Champion ability. She was able to travel along through any flame, to the other side of it. And though this Volcano wasn't entirely ensconced in fire and magma, it had enough connective points in its topography to swim through. She let the heat rise in her blood, letting it boil over, until the moment that Vega climbed her way, halfway toward the lip of the Volcano.
Vega meanwhile was climbing, and the jagged stone and obsidian made that difficult. It wanted to cut into her hands, scuff her clothing and dirty her shoes. But onward she went, determined as ever to find the Heart of the matter. She could hear a delightful sound on the air, sounding like a very harmonious metal instrument. It was then she realized it came from above her, all the dragonlings and dragonets flying like so many birds overhead. Just waiting for worthy bearers to take on the effigy. But Vindecaldra only had one in mind at the moment, one who she'd singled out for forging.
And whoever it was, would have to prove their mettle, as Uriel had so clearly yet dramatically stated.
As Vega climbed, eventually she reached a point where the mountain flattened out into an area, where she could rest if she needed, or take stock as was her desire.
Whether she did so, she would have a few moments to consider before a sudden plume of flame appeared before her, bringing along with it Uriel, who swung her staff in the air.
"How dare you ignore my challenge." She said, "But no matter. We didn't meet in Yaralon during your wedding, but Faldrun has told me much of his wayward bastard get." She spat to the side, her spittle sizzling upon the obsidian ground. "Only one can be reforged today. And that will be Uriel of the Spire. Now fight!"
So saying, she didn't give Vega an option, but swung her staff in a dizzying speed toward her head. All around, fires sprang up, warding off Vega's escape if she tried it.