Sain followed behind their leader, only stopping when the rest paused to eat. He was surprised to see a Dragon just sitting there, waiting for them, and even more so when he saw the prepared meal.  He hesitated for a moment then figured he would need to eat for the long trip, as he was not used to walking everywhere.<br/><br/>With his stomach full, his mind wandered to his habits, of which were not concerning him as he was usually wary of food not prepared by him or at least witnessed prepared. These people had no need to poison him, and it was a feat in itself for a Dragon to prepare a meal in the first place, to also poison it and for him not to notice, it was near impossible.<br/><br/>By the time they had reached a spot Mordankell had claimed as camp, Sain was tempted to lower his hood and remove his robes entirely, yet he resisted and sat in a position where the cool mountain breeze blew into his hood, cooling his warm face. His feet were sore for a change, not his wings which was, to say the least, uncomfortable.<br/><br/>Leaning forward, he rested his scythe against the stone wall and sighed.<br/><br/>"Not to sound pessimistic, but the valley we seek is over this mountain?" he asked, "Has anyone been up this way and know what we are to face?"