Chrono was too busy feeling the wind against his face to realize he was only a few hours from the pier, though it was impossible to tell how much father away it was because nothing showed in the distance yet...
At the port, the three dragon siblings were at the Tri'malis boat, disguised as a merchant ship that delivered the Arena beasts. The three dragon siblings above Chrono were at the boat, knowing that leaving early will make them targets for mages and burning arrows. The two males were arguing over wether Chrono might try to find this ship and then the youngest of the three, the pink dragoness, knocked one off the ground with a burst of wind. "If he doesn't remember, hes of the family Tri'malis, hes not going to die against those pitiful mages and normals!!. Besides, being a filthy normal, he probably has the best chance to make it to the boats with his magic resistance..." last sentence was mumbled, as her first statement was enough for the eldest to stop worrying, and it gave her some much needed quiet. She will make sure Chrono gets on this boat, as its the safest choice beyond going into a bloodbath to reach the other ships.