No'Coure, trying to think of something to do to pass the time, says<span style="font-style: italic"> Hey, do you think that dragon can hear me?</span><br/><br/>Oscurin sighs as he works on a wooden/Stone arm to temporarily replace his right arm. He nods off to sleep and he tries to stay awake. The computer realizes this, and sprays Oscurin with a cold blast of Salt Water.