Murdell scowled, flicking the tip of his blade through the micro-storm hovering over his head, to no effect. He grunted, sheathed his sword, and dropped down near the fire, half drenched, half scorched. He took the sweet from Mara, looking it over before dropping it in the fire. [color=007236]"I was going to outsmart it. Then I caught on fire."[/color] Murdell sighed, looking back up the road toward the drake, which eyed them both with unmasked, animal hatred.

[color=007236]"Fine. Make me fireproof. We'll take the damned thing's head."[/color] Murdell stood, reloading his crossbow as he did so. [color=007236]"I'm Murdell."[/color]