"We've almost run out of drinking water." Deandra said, shaking a half empty water container next to her head
She let the container fall to the ground and tiredly fell on her behind to sit. The now dirty traveler's cloak she wore ruffled as she moved.
I glanced at the water container, crossed my hands leisurely and scratched my head.
"Well that might be a problem."
"You think?" The approaching voice filled with reproach belonged to Don as he appeared, dragging the dismembered corpse of a monster with him.
Behind him were Trise and Chelsea, both of them covered in blood and dirt, looking exhausted and drained.
"Oh. How did the subjugation go?" I merely side glanced at him and said.
Don scowled at me briefly then tossed the corpse forward with a few bloodied crystal fragments at me.
