Borialâ€™s mind felt fuzzy and dizzy all at once, lifting his head he blinked in attempt to clear his mind. Looking to Nathan with crimson eyes. Slurring in draconic still drug induced slightly , â€œMryy fwriennnnd, yuuur hertâ€¦â€ Wobbling the young drake stood up on the cart as the chains and ropes fell limply away as the smell of blood filled his nostrils. With the affects of the drugs, the smell of death and blood made him nauseous.<br/><br/>Feeling his stomach churning he closed his eyes as a stinking mass of acidic bile worked its way up his throat and finally out onto the ground. There smoke rose as the acid burned away at the grass, the young drake looked up feeling a little better now that the remander of the drug was free from his system. Flicking his reptilian tongue out he looked to the hills.<br/><br/>â€œVampires? What are these ones like? This Queen Vinna?â€ Borial took a few steps toward Nathan and sniffed his wound, â€œNathan, you are hurtâ€¦.â€