In the early morning, the eight men were not looking fresh. The night had been chaotic as the lizards were edible in terms of nutrition but this was without counting the stomach ache the riders had due to the taste. They were in such a sorry state that they preferred to walk near their horses than ride them. Even Rufon who was comfortable with everything had to stop to throw up a few times. Rahir looked at Falin with insistence, grumbling some insults in his mouth without daring to tell them loudly to not start another fight. He had no power to argue anyway.