Sleeping Dragon half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers, real gods require blood

@Cirrus

With the coalition not panning out, Storm’s purpose had gone back to ground zero. She wonders often if filling the cache back with kills and replenishing or finding herbs he had used would be enough. Lucani had been minimal, as instructed, and that wouldn’t be too much effort on his part, but with the healer gone—something that causes a growl deep in her chest still—she isn’t sure what had been used and she wonders if she’d told the weird looking creature.

She strides easily to the cave he’s often kept in, though he’d had range to wander—he’d even had a few unsupervised trips around if needed and she is glad he’d not run off. If he had, there would be little loss to her, a burden they no longer needed, but he remained to fulfill his debt to Drageda. “Get up,” she commands as she stops in front of the small cave, eyes narrowing to better see through the darkness shadowing the inside.