Kwatoko was quite pleased Bodzil was finally awake. Sure, he was injured. She could feel what others would call sympathy pains in her head and in his ribs. She was not injured, but Bodzil Foxe and Kwatoko, a native Oolarger name loosely translated into<span style="font-style: italic">"Big Red Bird"</span>were connected in more ways than one. If one felt pain, hunger or anger, so did the other.<br/><br/>'This is Kemanorel,' Kwatoko explained to Bodzil in everyone's mind. 'He somehow inexplicably managed to determine that I am not a real Oolarger. I don't know how he came by that conclusion, but nevertheless, he did. He seems to think I am a dragon.' Kwatoko was beginning to feel relaxed with the situation. Seeing Bodzil on his feet, helped put her at ease. 'Can you imagine? me a dragon?' She smiled at Bodzil.<br/><br/>"Kwatoko, I wish you were a dragon. I believe you will return in that form sooner than we think." Bodzil clutched his ribs as he followed Kemanorel through the archway. "Keman, you say? Short for Kemanorel. My name is Bodzil, Bodzil Foxe. I am Leader of the Dragon Riders of Malik. You were correct in your assessment of my friend Kwatoko. She is a dragon. Why she currently looks like an Oolarger, we may never know. But she is a dragon and what you may also guess, is that she is not only my friend, she is also my mount. We have been bonded together since her hatching, roughly one hundred and twenty years ago. Her egg was at least a thousand years old then, but she did not hatch until the Dragon Moon when I touched her shell. At that moment, we bound like brother and sister. What she feels, I feel. What I feel, she feels. We can even see through each other's eyes. Why she is not a dragon now, I have no idea. Fortunately for all of us, she is as she is. She would not fit in this passage in her true form. She is over thirty five meters long." Bodzil reached for the scabbard behind his back and put his hand on the two handed sword. He remained close behind Keman.<br/><br/>Bodzil and Kwatoko both heard the voices in their head. It was a different sound than when they communicated with one another. It made them feel curious as well to be on their guard. After they passed through the second archway, they encountered another group of weary travelers from somewhere on the other side of who knows where.<br/><br/>A young girl, from the other group, eagerly approached Bodzil recognizing his bandages as covering wounds. She was not wrong. She exclaimed that she could help. She set about to repair whatever damages Bodzil received from the fall. Bodzil's earlier confusion and disorientation appeared to be leaving him. He didn't trust anyone, but in the same breath felt that he didn't have a choice any longer. He needed to trust these creatures.