The next morning dawned bright and calm. Soren was still asleep, and Ranulf was going to let him stay that way as long as he wanted. The laguz headed off to hunt as the dragon slumbered away, and when Soren woke, there was a string of fish cooking away on the stick above the flames.
“Good morning!” Ranulf said happily as the dragon roused. “What would you like for breakfast? Fish or fish?”
“Silence…” the dragon said, rubbing his crimson eyes with a paw.
“I’m afraid we don’t serve that here,” the laguz said seriously, poking at the fish over the flames. “Just the fish,