Prince Aesril, being the strongest both literally and figuratively in any way, demanded that the group had a discussion. To which Gelethorn made sure that it happens.
Draconheilm was far from what Prince Aesril had expected. Where he thought to have the habitat burning in lava and volcanic eruptions; the surrounding trees soared, almost scraping the sky. The grass was as tall as Gelethorn or the stag. Orchids clinging at the base of the trees breathe rainbow-colored dust. Moss as thick as a wall; pebbles like boulders; sticks like trunks; everything in the Draconheilm was giants. And quiet. Very quiet.
One thing that worked in the favor of Prince Aesril was the mana. Purer than Earflgard, but not as much as pure as the Tree of Pin'Tu was giving, but pure enough that Prince Aesril's mana reserved were slowly refilled. Like the others, Prince Aesril breathes clean air like they never had for almost eternity.
