Draig woke and found himself in a familiar bed as he looked at the three goofy demons standing before him that had returned to their friendly personas.
"Why am I here" asked Draig as he stared at the three with a cold look, he was not happy with the current situation.
He didn't enjoy the training that he was undergoing with the Founder but he could see the results as he continued to be beaten mercilessly into the ground each day. However now thanks to the interference of Zarra who had once again interrupted his training with the Founder he would see his progress slow to a snails pace.
"We rescued you, you don't have to worry about that loon anymore" laughed Gregory as he walked up to pat Draig's shoulder only to find the limb knocked away.
"Why would you do that" snarled Draig glaring directly at Zarra as he was the ring leader of this merry band of idiots.
