With the shaking of the desert, the mound where Brass Dragon Loli had originally been perched rose high. Startled, the little dragon frantically flew to a nearby rock, her face showing surprise looking down at the rising dune.
The adventurers previously trapped in the desert by her managed to free themselves at this time, tumbling and scrabbling down the mound. Realizing that the little demon dragon wasn't concerned about them, they hastily scrambled off. They dared not to linger.
"So noisy, who is the impolite one disturbing a poor, sleeping, old dragon." With the mound continually rising, finally, a brass-colored dragon head broke through the sand at the peak of the mound. It lazily regarded Muria overhead with a somewhat dissatisfied expression.
"Mureya Iapertos Eronsalas," Muria announced his real name with a smile, confident in the intimidation of the surname following his name.
