After putting some distance between them and the dragon Dave finally had a few moments to spare, so he returned Lone's call.
"What's up?"
"Hey Davy, what was that you were saying about a dragon?"
"Yeah, I'm in the Eastern region, in the Wilds. We ran into the dragon."
"Whaaat!? You didn't die, did you?" Zoe was concerned that he might have lost everything, all the hard work he'd put in as a draugr, ranking up in the hierarchy of the Undead realm.
"Nah. It was close, but I got out. Scary shit though. What about Mrs. Clementine?" he was worried for her, those goons didn't seem like they played around.
"She's fine. Uncle Sam sent some of daddy's people to watch over her. I'm in the hospital waiting room. I wanted to pick you up, but the doc said that you still need two more days to rest."
"I'm sorry for being so much trouble for you and your family, and thank you for everything" Dave said guiltily.
