"Oh? Are we still alive, old man?" An unfamiliar voice cut through the dark of night and caused Kain to wake up from his nap. The old dragon stood up on two legs and stretched lazily before looking over towards the sound of the voice. A short distance away in the darkness sat three men in cloaks of varying sizes. One of them was sitting against a tree while another was standing watchfully at its side.
"What do you think?" The largest one smirked at him arrogantly from behind a thick cloak that obscured his face entirely.
Kain let out a low growl as he glared at their position, baring fangs that were every bit as sharp as the swords pointed at him.
