CRACKLE! Arad stood beside the flames, staring at it as the girls lined the fish and bison meat on sticks. "We need something to sit on," He mumbled.
"Some stones would do," Mira replied, "Or you can pull a table and some chairs from your stomach."
"I would usually do that, but it doesn't seem to fit the place." He walked toward the back, shifting to his draconic form.
"What are you doing?" Aella called him.
Arad turned his head toward them, "Getting chairs ready," He approached the trees, finding a nice straight one.
He grabbed the tree and pulled it from the roots with ease. One swipe with his palm over the trunk, and he removed all branches and bark. He then munched the roots off with one bite.
In less than half a minute, he turned the large tree into one long trunk and sat it beside the flames. He then looked at Mira with a smile, "I'm a good carpenter,"
Something has went wrong, horribly wrong. We're starting the quest: Dance of swords.
Merida the blade of whitehold story quest.