Judge finished the sumptuous meal of worrak steak that had a different flavor than normal because Lediya changed up the ingredients. The taste, however, did not disappoint him, it was extremely good, of course, worrak was hard to make a bad dish out of.
After the meal, it was almost time for his sword lessons. He sighed, he did not want to be knocked down today too, but there was no other choice. If he were to use enhanced cognition to get out of being knocked out, his instructor would definitely find out, he was not a stupid dragon.
As he was lost in thought, he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in," he sighed, going near the unlit fireplace, again... why do dragons need one anyway? As he grasped his sword, he pondered, as he often did, the sheer absurdity of a fireplace in a dragon's room. Did it hold symbolic warmth?
