Dragonscale dragged Gum through what seemed like endless and empty hallways of a lair, some drawings on the wall, silly doodles or graffiti. Her clawed fluffy hands had a tight grip on the rope that was tying Gum’s wrists together, smiling as the swordsman behind her stumbled on her feet. They arrived to a small spot with beanbags and a tv.

She rested both of them against the wall, resting a bit to the left of Gum, hugging her, her hand going up and down her waist area, feeling Gum’s scars.