LATER THAT SAME DAY:
Gul stared into the dying embers of the camp fire. His companions seemed to be enjoying their rest but he was wakeful. Sleep eluded him no matter how hard he tried to relax. The fight with the green dragon, the lung full of poison gas he had breathed in and the exhilaration and relief of finding the lost crown had left his brain racing. The plans he and his crew had been patiently laying could now be set in motion. The path to the final goal was before them. He could see the hated matriarchy crumbling before them. All that, however, lay in the future. More pressing matters had to be addressed. They must get back to the ship and then they could exact their revenge on Zeph the accursed drider.
"I must get some rest” he thought to himself.
His mind would not stop. Frustrated, he rose
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