Sun Mote Copse Smash a vintage vase a day

Pox still was not convinced that this was a worthwhile use of their time, though he held any verbal arguments at bay. It was rather obvious from the disgruntled look on his face, though, that he was only partaking in this exercise to placate her. He personally was already in tip top shape for dragon battles and had no real need to hone his skills seeing as they were already perfect. But, he supposed Wraen had gotten herself kidnapped by this dragon once already. So really, he was doing her the favor by getting in some practice. Though by that logic, shouldn't he be the dragon and she work on sneaking up on him?

Well, maybe they'd switch roles next. Being the dragon hunter actually sounded more fun in this little roleplay game. Pox nodded, his reluctance visibly deteriorating as Wraen got into position. "Capees, he confirmed very seriously as he prepared himself for the show of a lifetime. He crouched low, his eyes narrowed as he crept forward quietly. He focused on the hide in Wraen's arms, ignoring her entirely because she was secondary in his mind to the treasure and why would he need to pay attention to her? With that being the tactic, he took the direct route towards the hide that meant all she had to do was open her eyes to spot him reaching to snatch the ragged fur away.