It was silent in the cavern—almost, actually—apart from the sound of fire crackling and the sizzling of flesh being burnt over the flames.
The cohort sat all around the fire that had been built thanks to the help of one of their own, who apparently possessed an ability called a pocket dimension, which allowed her to store multiple things within her space and summon them at will.
That was how they had gotten the materials for their small campfire, over which they now roasted the meat she had given them.
So that was how the partnership had come to be—around the fire. Though, no one dared sit next to Drake, especially with Kyvern still summoned right behind him, lying coiled up with its eyes dimmed. It looked almost harmless, yet still, not worth the risk of going close.
Blake, sitting opposite Drake, was conflicted. He had not asked any questions of the strange being since the time he requested food.
