There was a scuffle from among the ruins.

There were two distinct figures, sitting behind those closed doors.

" It's almost time. "

one said.

" Hhhhmm, almost. I hope they don't make any mistake. "

The second one picked the cup of Rosemary tea.

" Ahhh! "

" What's the matter? "

the first one asked.

" It's too hot. I almost burnt my hands, " he said, examining the small patch of burn on his right palm.

" Must be difficult not having your Dragon Scales for protection in certain places. "

The first one smirked. Almost as if scoffing.

" It isn't something I can help. I...