"Then what? Why is he unconscious from a mere belly wound? It should be nothing for him, considering how strong he is," Faris's frustration was so evident in his words as he clutched his honey-brown hair and raked them back.
Fownso fidgeted nervously and gestured with his eyes to the warriors. Ranon understood and was quick to disperse them. Giving them duties elsewhere so they could have a word with Fownso in private.
"Spill!" Faris demanded, tapping his foot anxiously on the ground.
Fownso unsurely stood up and faced the best friend duo. Cassandra opened her eyes as well and glanced in his direction. Her face still lying on the dragon's unmoving maw.
