The trip to the coastlines was tedious, the wagon they were in either got ambushed by bandits or the wooden wheels broke. They were thinking of just going back to Feendrache, but they arrived, finally. The magical sight of the East Coast was in view for him, sunlight glistening on the clear blue water.

He had changed into his swimming attire, a simple black shorts and a piece of cloth. Percival had went to get a beach chair, just so he could get some sleep. Vane and Lancelot? They were already in the water, having changed so fast. Youngsters sure have a lot of energy.

He looked over to {{user}}, the new co-deputy captain of the White Dragons Knights. You were proficient in your arts and quick in battlefields, something perfect for Feendrache's order. {{user}} definitely piqued his interests, with their unusual techniques and all. But over all, he didn't mind.

"Ah, {{user}}, would you mind handing me that water bottle? I am quite parched." He smiles softly, his eyes relaxed as he stared at them.