In the evening, Arad and Hank were sitting in the garden talking over some tea when Hank's wife walked in carrying one massive bag, "Hank, so you found him." She smiled, waving her hand from over the fences.
"Come in, it's open." Arad lifted his hand and pulled the gate open with gravity magic. "Everyone is inside cooking; we can't cook so we're waiting here."
"Did you buy everything?" Hank stood and approached her. She showed him what was inside the bag, "Still didn't find some, but that shouldn't be a problem." She smiled and looked at Arad, "How is the little wyrmling doing? He seems to have grown a bit bigger."
"Only a tiny bit," Arad smiled, tapping his head, "Fattened up a bit. My wives are feeding me well."
"You do indeed smell different," She looked at Arad and then at Hank, "You sensed it as well, fresh blood isn't so fresh anymore." She giggled.
