The Viking sits around the fire, with his bare behind him sleeping. The Bard plays music. The dwarf wanders back and forth around the camp keeping watch. In the night an occasional Roar can be heard from the dragon above.

“So we don’t know where we are headed?” The Bard asks the Viking. The Viking looks into the fire not responding. The bard looks unamused “it’s a lot harder to know where to go when you don’t talk you know that right?” The dwarf laughs “you know he probably doesn’t care what you think? He is my King! He dose as he pleases and Follow him!” The bard rolls his eyes. Sitting in the dark they hear a loud cry come from somewhere in the woods. The Viking stands up gripping his ax. They all look into the dark black forest.