"The question is, from what?" Alaric directed the question at Thorn and Rota. "What did we protect ourselves from?"
Belialthorn sit up. "Yes," he said slowly and locked eyes with Cook who was looking at the drama with a smirk on her lips. "What are we protecting ourselves from?"
They all looked at the two for answers.
Greylord shrugged and turned to Cook. "I don't know. Ask her, it's her room after all."
Cook raised her brows and took another sip of her bottle and Belialthorn was beginning to wonder if the bottle had a bottomless inside. He wouldn't be surprised with everything strange going on here.
"Don't you listen? You have to earn everything. Even the water." Cook sniggerd.
"But no opponent was presented for us to fight!" Rota sputtered, she felt wronged. Why wasn't an opponent given for them to fight so they could earn it?
