Vermithor slept soundly near what remained of Tumbleton, his breath coming out in heavy huffs. Currently, his rider, Hugh Hammer, was off doing Gods knew what, but Vermithor didn't quite care unless his rider was in danger.

Though a small scent was brought to Vermithor's attention, and it was getting closer. Vermithor merely popped an eye open, seeing a human staring at him in awe.

Vermithor let out a small rumble in response, breathing a puff of smoke before he raised his head.