"WIFL--" Cyrus called after her, only to have his mouth covered by Atticus.<br/><br/>"Are you trying to get us killed?" Atticus said in an angry whisper. "We shouldn't be shouting this close to the top. We don't know whether or not the dragon is up there." Atticus kept in mind the possibility that the dragon was watching them right now. He looked around the surrounding area. Nothing...<br/><br/>"See anything?" Cyrus asked. Atticus shook his head.<br/><br/>"No. But we'd best be on our guard." They entered the storage room, holding their noses once the smell of rotten food reached their nostrils.<br/><br/>"Jeez, it smells so bad in here..." Cyrus whispered. He looked down at Wiflor. That's right... they skipped dinner. Cyrus just so happened to have steak that they didn't cook last night. He rummaged through his pack and took it out, offering it to Wiflor. "Sorry... forgot about dinner." Cyrus pet Wiflor.