Despite the Saint’s sudden bout of persecution (?), Yeomyeong didn’t fall asleep.
Instead of heading to the tent prepared by the merchants, he walked into the forest a little ways from the campsite, accompanied by Demerond and the dragon.
Under the glimmering stars, he crossed through the woods for a short while.
“This far out, we don’t have to worry about being overheard.”
Yeomyeong spoke as he found a clearing, created by the collapse of a rotting tree.
Soon after, the human, the elf, and the dragon sat in a circle in the clearing.
And as soon as the circle of conversation was formed, the dragon was the first to speak.
