The Hatching was over and life had gone back to normal -- for whatever counted for normal -- in the barracks. Chores, snoring, people mumbling in their sleep. It was already routine to Eralgais and he hadn't even been at it that long. A few Turns? Who knew how many more would pass before he finally found his dragon or it found him and he could move on.
Into s new set of barracks.
"Barracks and cots forever," he lamented out loud to himself. He tipped into a dejected slouch against an outside wall of the lower caverns, for dramatic effect, and put his face in his hands, mumbling, "Oh nooo, what do I doooo?"
