Borial opened one crimson eye to look at the guard next to him, smelling blood he wriggled some to try and look at him, but only managed to tilt his head some. He wished that he could of told his friend that he had tried to break the ranks, but he had never hear him yell for Borial to get into the water.<br/><br/>Looking at the needle his scaly brow furrowed in confusion, what would he do with a needle? Borial nodded as much as he could to show Nathan that he understood. As night fell Borial still chained to the cart, and small cuts about the places where he was bound due to his scale loss, he closed his eyes trying to reserve his energy.<br/><br/>Breathing in deeply he became worried for his friendâ€™s blood loss, but was suddenly awakened by one of the soldiers wiggling a hard tube in between his bound jaws. Borial gagged as the tube slid down his gullet, chuckling the man slowly began to pour water down the tube.<br/><br/>â€œCanâ€™t let you dyinâ€™ on us before our reward, aye?â€ putting his flask back he then began to work pieces of cooked meat down the tube. The feeding tube was extremely uncomfortable as Borial attempted to thrash about, he couldnâ€™t understand what the man was doing, nor what he said. Hacking as he swallowed the food and drink with some difficulty as the man then ripped the tube free causing the dragon to issue a muffled grunt like whine. Panting he felt the food sliding down, but something was off about it, it having a rather sweet taste.<br/><br/>Borial soon found his eyes drifting closed, the soldiers had drugged the food! It wasnâ€™t long before the fledgling was fast asleep as the men cheered drinking ale. Now that the dragon was asleep, it seemed that their reward was more set in stone!