Ignis jast lay flat on a roof, Morpen's speech was but a muffled voice in his mind, though he quite enjoyed sitting in the tree looking up to the warm rays of the sun and observing the clouds, he couldn't help but disgust at the moblins, why now of all times did they gather? Aside from that, it looked like they had gathered for something big. The first thing Ignis noticed was that they had caught a dragon of some sort, being forcibly moved and ushered into some horrid cave. The moblins cheered and celebrated as the dragon slowly and angrily made it's way towards the entrance. He wouldn't mind for now, but if something were to happen, for example as to say, some sort of outburst of fighting, they wouldn't care who they found, they would kill them, a really barbaric bunch, a pile of rocks were more civilised.

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