Nathan sighed, "You must be too young to be very good at Riddles," he remarked teasingly. "Gall! and Viper's Venom!" he cursed as he Borial up from underneath him. "Yes! Borial! Its hurts now!" he protested angrily as he flopped onto the dragon's back clutching his rib cage in pain from the sudden jarring. "I was fine!" He groaned and whacked him over the head with his staff. "Let me down you over grown salamander...ooof!" he shouted as he rolled off the dragon'a back and flopped in bushes. Nathan closed his eyes lay on the ground a for a moment, "Okay...I need help up," he moaned and grabbed Borials tail as he passed by.<br/><br/>"What is the most deadly, a river pebble or a mountain?" he asked Borial, "And how fast do you have to be to out run a Bear?" He asked him, and then remember that Borial didn't care for riddles.  "Have you ever played the rhyming game?" he asked smiling through a grimace as hobbled along with his staff, still stubbornly refusing to be carried.<br/><br/>Nathan glanced up at the sun that was starting to set, "Well it might be getting time for you to be putting your eyes to good use," he announced grimly. "We shouldn't be bothered tonight," we are a fair ways from the hunting grounds," he announced. "Just be watchful, with all the silver dust on us, we shouldn't be targeted," he said confidently, and glanced over at Borial, "You think you can get a fire going or you need me to show you how again?" he asked.