Thankfully, the problem with the Drakes was something Warden was fully capable of dealing with. After all, these cursed creatures were straight with their needs, unlike the elusive woman, who talked round and round and left.
After chasing the ghost in the night, he shot back to their camp, only to find no sign of it was left behind, stomped by dozens of lizards nonstop.
His three teammates were enclosed by a pack of drakes. They were experienced in dungeon delving and it would take them a lot more than some pack of lizards for them to fall. They hadn't received any critical injuries in the meantime he was away, though it did not look positive on their faces.
