"That is a cool skeleton you're staring at."
"Jesus!" Ben jumped. "Have you thought about wearing a bell dude?"
Jotou stuck her tongue out and gave a wink. Both of them stood at the centre of the guild, now glancing back up to the massive skeleton hanging from one side of the ceiling to the other. "It's a dragon, right?"
Ben tilted his head and let his gaze wander down one of the wing bones. "Not just a dragon. It's the Great Drake of Burnetrout—an ancient being. It used to lord over the Gnilan Shores in the ages before the first war."
"Where's that?"
"That's Burnetrout's old name, you know, before the first war, that's why I-"
"I got it," Jotou replied. "Studying lately?"
"You know I love my lore. But, Clyde talked about it once," Ben's eyes closed halfway.
Jotou switched her gaze towards the armoured figure, "Hm. How's that going?"
