"Oh... Thats fine..," The dragon said, his ears lowering. He felt a tad bit hurt aswell, confused why the human would act like this. Either way, he nuzzled the fox before leaving the room without another word. The wolf sat and stared as his master left, his eyes slightly moving before Kothar disapeared. It jumped slightly as a crash was heard followed by a familiar roar of a heart-broken dragon. Everything after was silent. The night passed on.<br/><br/>In the morning Cyrus would feel wide awake after a nice sleep. As he pulled himself up, he would notice the dumb looking wolf yet again just sitting there. Kothar hadn't bothered to move the thing. Around the wolf was even more surprising. What had been a nice looking library or books chests and possessions was not anymore. Books were slung everywhere, thrown on the ground as if they had each been read in a furious rage. Oh, And Cyrus's collar wasnt around his neck. It was nowhere to be seen. In addition to books, chests had been opened and slung to the ground, gold and other valuables simply laying out of them.<br/><br/>Kothar lay in the entrance to his cave, fully out and snoring as if he had stayed up all night. The collar lay by his side, a book about human history under his paws. This one was written in english though. The walls around him seemed bloodied then before though. The blood was fresh, the smell of a rotting corpse he had dragged in last night and crushed under his own weight. Thank god that wasn't Cyrus. "Please forgive me. Please forgive me. Please forgive me. I have done wrong." Was written upon a piece of a torn off paper, scribbled as if done by a child. The quil lay by it in a bottle.