Zhakhil opened his eyes, his heart was pounding in his chest with excitement for the adventures that awaited him. A new day meant new unexplored possibilities.
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat upon on the bed, he slept well and dreamt about his dragon and woke up feeling energized.
He scratched the back of his head scared, the last he checked they were in the forest with him being in Xaddrin's arms. So he couldn't figure out how he ended up on the bed. Or where in the world he was at.
It was all too confusing for him. He was lost on where to begin. He looked around the elegantly furnished room and found a line of people looking at him to the left side of the bed.
He sat up on the bed and faced them, the situation was too confusing for him to make sense of it all. He pinched himself to see if he was dreaming or not.