Drake actually slept very nicely. Even if he was wearing armor it was a mithral chain shirt. His actual skin was harder and more ridged than that. After all he was very dragon like, and one of the things that makes dragons cozy are precious metals, mithral being one of them. He work up and stretched but he was still sore. The amount of damage he took from yesterday did not all heal during his rest. Maybe Pancakes had some healing items about. It would be a good plan to see if he could get one of them to tell him. He strolled down to the kitchen and grabbed from breakfast.<br/><br/>Breakfast would be more meat and of course booze to dull some of the pain. He made a whiskey sour, eating the lemon rinds afterwards. He then headed back down to the dungeon, wings flapping to keep him just hovering above the ground. He made sure to get the door with the ring again, before going to the couch to eat. "Morning my pets. Did you sleep well" He chuckled and sat down chomping on a slice of ham. He rubbed his shoulder and turned to Pancakes "You know, you look ridiculous in that cat outfit. You can't fill it at all. Tell me where I can get some healing around here and I'll let you out of it." It was a simple enough trade. He was going to take her out of it to try and figure out how it works anyway. This way he would also get something for it.