Second Trial

"Ugh, I'm bored," Ludwig said, leaning back on the Dreadjaw's broad neck. The creature's rhythmic steps were almost soothing, but Ludwig's restless nature couldn't stand the monotony.

"What do you mean, bored? You're literally relaxing on the back of a Dreadjaw," Thomas replied, his tone incredulous.

"That's one of the reasons too," Ludwig said, waving a hand dismissively. "This guy is scary enough that no Velkryn dare come close. So there's not much to do here but wait for this thing to end."

"One should count their blessings. While you're lounging around, the rest of the freshmen are practically fighting for their lives," Thomas pointed out.

"Oh," Ludwig said, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.

"I don't like that smile," Thomas said, his voice tinged with suspicion.

"You won't be the only one," Ludwig replied, his grin widening. "Dready, how about we go hunt some students?" he said, patting the Dreadjaw on the head.