[h3] Charles Balderdash [/h3]
Charles pursed his lips, somewhat annoyed that “”it was magic”” was the only explanation they had to go one for the non-existent language barriers. He much preferred to have a detailed explanation for something.

“Guess it’s pretty much unanimous then.” He spoke. “So, we’re all heading back to lovely, cold Russia for another holiday. Or at least I presume so?” Here he turned to face Zesiro for confirmation. “I mean, as long as there’s nothing else that we really need to consider. Other than the obvious things like equipment and supplies and the like.”

Concerns about the dragon had already been addressed so he felt no need to repeat it. He then clapped, and rubbed his hands together.

“But, either way no doubt the arrangements will take some time. So the question is; what should we do in the mean time?” Charles rolled his eyes and pondered. “Maybe afternoon tea? Never a bad time for tea. And I suppose quite a few of you want to stretch your legs a bit. Being cooped up in here, after a while anyone would start to go slightly batty.”