Today, I woke up with a bit of a cloudy head. I still wasn't used to having the body of a drake, which were infamously weak and feeble. It didn't help that the rock-hard floor was separated by a single bed-sheet, leaving my back aching and my neck arched for a brief minute. I took a deep breath before gathering my belongings, my small infinity bag hanging off my coat and my knives still in my pocket. That's right, I slept in my clothes; this whole cave system was cold and damp, something we evidently forgot about during our fight. I rose off my 'bed' as if I had just lied down, slipping my head through the canvas of my olive tent and looking left to right. It seemed as if I was an early bird as barely anyone was wide awake, leaving a constant dripping of water from darkened sections of the cave. The sun still hadn't rose, but there was definitely a lighter shade of night for the time being.

We'll dismiss that though. Within minutes, everyone seemed to have gotten up at the peak of dawn, the sun edging its way into the cave and awakening anyone's tent it shone. I grumbled somewhat at the sudden drinking and banter being exchanged from opposite sides of the camp, as if this place wasn't already full of drinkers and cowards. Considering the current attitude of everyone around here, I knocked down my tent by (with lots of effort) kicking a pin from a pole, too tired to bother when everyone else was only willing to leave when a certain cart passed a threshold point. I began to work my way through the camp to my team-mates, noting their tents were empty or gone - they already seemed to be guarding a cart that was almost passing that point, leaving everyone else scrambling to their feet as I chuckled somewhat.

It was only about 10 minutes until we ran into our first threat. I must emphasise how everyone's a coward around here, too afraid to be swatting away bats for crying out loud. "Bugger off, damn it!" Some twat decided yelling out the name of his deity was a good idea in the abyss of the cave, leaving us with more trouble and a chain-reaction that only seemed to quill when the human spoke. She had a fair point when it came to those damn things, noting how everyone was really a coward at that point, waving their arms in the air and treating it like humans weren't the worst thing to befall us. I swatted away a few bats away there and here, leaving a few to twirl in the air and claw the walls while I began jogging and catching up to the others.

And here we were. Before us stood old marble structures that supposedly ancient humans built. Well, I'd like to imagine dragons built those before the ancient humans chased them out. Most of them looked like someone tried to prop up large pillars of rock and stuck a roof on top, not bothering with walls until they got inside the perimeters of the pillars. That's not mentioning how most of them seemed to be dangerously close to collapsing or having large sections overgrown and dug out. We seemed to be in a valley, a dark one at that. Despite the sun being higher than it was an hour ago, there was... the edges and cliff faces seemed to be charred or melted, possibly to reduce the chances of landslides. Everything didn't seem to shine and reflect light properly, possibly attributed to dragons being so mysterious. Either way, we didn't come here to describe the setting, did we? Anyway, there was quite a bit of dragon roaring and a constant presence of flapping noises, some quite fast-paced and others that could not possibly be attributed to the dragons due to the sheer pitch and volume.

Eventually, after snaking around boulders and remains of human civilisation, we came across a giant iron gate. How the dragons managed to forge this even with the help of other species was unknown, considering the sheer size and flawlessness of it. The gate seemed to be rusting and a bit dull, but that's just how iron is when exposed to the open. The atmosphere could be described as tense, with large dragons who probably never even seen the outside world engaging in staring contests against slurring drunkards. I just brushed passed an orc and made my way up front, mingling with the crowd and not with my party in fear of being spotted by... everyone. Let's just say a bunch of nationalists and a drake do not mix well. I had to hide my face under my coat for goodness sake. However, I had to ultimately break that disguise and move on forwards, realising Robert was being a jackass and risking his life for the sake of everyone around here. Just how the hell would he be able to beat a damned dragon? I ended up standing by our resident ninja and thief, almost making a joke about how similar our roles were but deciding to stifle myself. Things were quite serious here.