Jack gasped for air as he shimmied and squirmed into the mouth of the cave, laying down as he caught his breath. "The bloody dragon could live closer to the BLOODY GROUND! But nooooo... The stupid beast's got to live in a cave high on the bleedin' mountain!"<br/><br/>"Well, might as well "fight" the dragon and get eaten." Jack muttered, adjusting his helmet as he stood to his feet, placing a hand on the handle of his claymore. Ready to fight AND die, he walked into the cave, looking for any sight of the dragon.<br/><br/>However, the only thing he found was young Dusk. Seeing the hatchling laying defenseless on the ground, Jack released the handle of his his sword, and looked to the roof of the cave, laughing as he said "Those stupid buggers sent me up the side of a bleedin' mountain to fight a dragon, and I find a BLOODY INFANT!"<br/><br/>But he stopped, tapping his chin with his fingers, muttering "If there's an infant dragon, then most likely there's one or more parent dragons. And if there's one or more parent dragons, then sooner or later they're going to come here, find my scent, hunt me down, and eat me."<br/><br/>Falling into a seated position next to Dusk, Jack said "Might as well save them the bother and wait for them here. How long could they take, really?"