Teclos woke up in the middle of the night.
For a moment, he simply lay there, staring at the dark wooden ceiling above him. The tavern was quiet. No voices or drunkards could be heard downstairs. Only the faint creak of old beams and the distant sound of wind brushing against the windows.
He was well rested now and free from the wyvern's ice.
The only thing left was for him to get the egg back and have a nice breakfast.
His eyes narrowed when he felt the commotion on the edge of the village. A carriage was being prepared with twenty-five men guarding it.
And guess who came out from his house at the same time with a suspiciously large box strapped to his back.
The chief and the wyvern's egg.
Teclos smiled.
"I guess I'll be leaving sooner than I thought..."
