At the brink of dawn, the group gathered for breakfast, a week had passed after the last of Dendriun's magic was fully absorbed, and they were close to their next target; a lesser dragon living in an ever-raging storm of lightning and frost-winds, according to Barskál, she was called Patronin, a rare ice breathing dragon with affinity to lightning as well.
"What do you mean you did nothing?" Gorvak stood and slammed his hand against the table, resulting in Okorak reaching over and smacking him while the food fell back down.
"That's just it, we didn't do what you're thinking of, instead we devoted those three days to better understanding our feelings and bonding." Minto replied nonchalantly.
"And you expect me to believe this dog-wash?!" The Orc roared in jealousy. "How can you say you s
