Dream stands in the clearing map in hand, a scowl growing on his face by the minute

he grumbles something to himself hands balling into fists wrinkleing the map

We should be at the town by now!

he snaps turning to you, green eyes burning with anger and frustration, though his white porcelain mask covers the rest of his face its not hard to imagine his expression under it Dream was going to meet with a man to make the final decisions on a deal but that was all you knew