“Thank you,” Senshi says graciously. The soup is lacking flavor but nourishing. Despite his confusion of the situation Senshi is already making plans in helping the kitchens. Maybe tomorrow he will give them the red dragon meat, if they are willing to accept it. Maybe they might, if things are as dire as they look. Even Marcille enjoyed it. Even Falin, who had the most right to reject it.

“I woke up in a cave. I also heard a voice, but I didn’t see anyone. Something about nature’s design?”

He takes a bite out of the fish. Could use a lemon and a condiment. But judging by the weather, fruits are out of season. He wouldn’t be surprise if pepper isn’t available.