Zeke's POV
One night, I was on a lookout at town within Langton when I saw something in a room in an inn. When I took a closer look, I saw 4 people crammed together in one room, and it seemed they were eating little food.
"What the…?" I said to myself upon seeing that. "Are they poor or something?"
I had a sack of food provided by Laura as a food supply for me.
It's a lot less than when I left to do some lookout.
So, out of concern, I jumped from the rooftop of a building to the window of that inn room. My presence then caught their attention. That group consisted of 3 girls and 1 young man.
"Hello there, humans," I greeted.
Then, the four of them got terrified because of my red eyes.
"It seems they heard about Undead animals, too," I thought.
So, I just said to them, "Don't worry, I won't eat any of you or anything. I don't eat humans."
They were surprised to hear that.
"What?"
"You sure?"
I nodded. "Yes, anyhow, are you four too poor to eat dinner?"
"No," the boy responded, "our party leader was privileged to have more good and delicious food than we do."
Hearing that, I was upset, so I decided to give them my sack of food, which consisted of bread and bread with cheese fillings."
"Here, take mine," I said to them.
They then gathered and opened the sack, revealing the food inside it.
"Are those ours?" one of the three girls, a mage perhaps, asked back.
"Yes, eat them, and don't leave any leftovers, okay?"
"Right," another girl, a healer perhaps.
"Thank you so much," the young man responded back, "in exchange, can you send this?"
He then reached for his pocket inside his clothes and gave me a piece of paper.
"Deliver this to a country called Wooda," he said. "Don't read it. Just deliver this to Wooda's leader."
At this point, I accepted his request while thinking, "I guessed he knows Wooda, too."
I then shoved the letter into one of the pockets of my scale armor. "Okay, I'll do it for you."
"Thanks, we are grateful for you."
With that, I turned back, jumped away from the window, and transformed into my dragon form, flying away. Now, I suspected that they might know Lloyd, too.