Deravan woke up the next day, feeling refreshed now. At least he had a good night sleep, although he had some strange dreams of shadows in the darkness stalking him. He didn't know what that meant. He sighed as he went downstairs, a bit sleepy. He went to eat breakfast with the group... but at the first bite he stopped... and then starting to hyperventilate. He then took a glass of water and then drank half of it. He stared at the food.
"What is this... food to burn your tongue off?" he said, breathing deeply right now. He just went for the less spicy part of the food and finish his part, not wanting to burn his tongue off finishing the breakfast. He also heard the princess complain also while eating. Well... she was right about it being too spicy at least.
"I am guessing the weapons we wanted made are ready..." he then says to the group.