After the feeding session, Aldred put his rod inside each of them until night came and they went to sleep.
They woke up the next morning. The dice hanging on their waist glowed, and it showed the green shining arrow pointing towards a new direction.
Aldred kissed Mary, Mira, Mareona, and Sophia good morning before they exited the tent. He morphed back to his child form.
Bartrem and the soldiers looked at their dice. The arrows pointing up.
"We got a new direction," Bartrem said.
Aldred nodded. Suddenly, a large shadow cast shade upon them.
"Another Bajaragon?" Bartrem raised his sword.
"Wait," Aldred said, squinting his eyes at the dragon. "It's not here for us."
The dragon landed and belched flame at the adventurer. They screamed as their bodies were burned to crisp. But there was one group with a viking helmet and a wooden shield that blocked and survived the flame.
I heard someone say: "Fear those who survived old enough to grow white hair in a profession where men die young."