Invisible, Phantom watched Bael search the area for him. He was about to fly off and knock his rider to the ground in a playful gesture when a dull thud caught his attention. He turned his head in the direction of the sound and found a group of riders and dragons huddled around a spilled assortment of bread. Phantom licked his scaly lips before climbing down from the ceiling and making his way to the bread. There was already another dragon enjoying themselves and he figured he might as well join. Phantom returned to his normal pigmentation and made himself known, bending his neck to scoop a small oval loaf into his mouth. He was oblivious to Bael's calling, focusing enjoying his first meal of the day. Not as good as sheep, but it'll make due. 

Bael ran to Phantom's side, having dropped the mace at the center of the arena. "Hey!" he exclaimed, lightly pushing Phantom's side. It didn't even make a budge. "Typical," he started with a hint of a chuckle. "Abandon me for your stomach." 

Phantom stopped what he was doing, turned to Bael, and nodded, spitting some of the mashed up bread at his face.

Bael dropped his expression and stared back at his dragon, not amused in the slighest. "Thank you..."