And far away in the Dark Dragon's Den, Drock blinked awake.
Darkness was all Drock could see. He was still in the closet at the Dark Dragon's Den.
“I'm dead.” said the Dragon Master. He blinked again, trying to recal the last thing he had seen.
“Well Drock, I'm not surprised you're dead. You were in way over your head. Still...I thought that spell might have saved me.”
Drock slowly reached out his hand until it met the door in front of him. Wood? Drock felt the latch and swung the door out into a dimly lit chamber.
“I'm not dead!” Drock thought, surveying his surroundings. “That spell did the trick after all! But where am I now?”
He left the chamber and stepped into a maze of tunnel like corridors. “It feels like a cave.”
In the lower hall of the Dragon's Den, the Head Breeder sat sipping a pint of dragon's milk in front of a roaring fire and listening to the rumbling sounds of dragon's below him.
It was good to be in doors in weather like this. The Head was like a dragon in that respect. He didn't like the cold. It made him sleepy and irratable. Just like it would for any cold blooded creature.
The man blew the steam off the top of his mug. He liked his dragon's milk hot and with a dash of the real thing too. Leaving his room, the Head Breeder wandered into the watch- way. A hall seperating the worker's quarters from his chamber and and the others above. Lord Void had been stationed in one of them a few months ago, but he had left and the Head Breader hadn't received so much as a teleharm from him since then.
“G'day sir.” said the guard in the watch-way. “How's the tinder pile holding up in your room? I can have some more sent up if you nee--
The guard trailed off into silence, starring over the Head Breeder's shoulder. He turned, taking a swig of his brew as he did so. But the dragon's milk went sputtering out from surprise as the breeder set his eyes on Drock.
Now Drock was quite a sight, usualy. With his bushy beard and different colored eyes. With his stout frame and bare chest. And with his turquoise medallion and the silver band on his head.
But now...now he was especially shocking. His skin was still bleached from his ride in the whale. The Nugaia spell had preserved him even down to that. And of course the splattered dragon's milk on his chest didn't help cover Drock's shocking looks at all.
It didn't help Drock's mood either, as it happened. And the sorcerer was so flustered he forgot to introduce himself.
“How on earth did you get in here?” the Head Breeder bellowed. He was very surprised by the stranger in his den and he joined the guard as he jumped on the dangerous looking sorcerer.
So started a brawl that passed from the watch-way into the workers quarters and went on to inculude every dragon breeder in the den.
In the end, after Jarvick showed up and got the situation in hand, there were many apoligies, and many concusions and cracked heads as well, for which the apoligies were given.