215 Preparations to Return (1)

It was like déjà vu when Lars woke up in the once-forest now-desert outside the crawler's cave as the first thing he saw was a gaping maw full of teeth and dripping with saliva…

He could feel the warm drafts of air waft over his body and throw up clouds of dust around him as the fresh minty breath of Frenoshreth, Overlord of the Northern Reaches, filled his lungs.

And as he regained his senses, Lars couldn't help but choke and gag slightly as he linked the idea of chewing of fresh spearmint gum with the dragon's saliva… That was not a pleasant thought, not at all.

"Ah, you're awake. About time, it's been almost half an hour, do you know how much of a waste of time it's been waiting for you? I could have finished twenty elks in that much time! Don't you know that irregular meals are terrible for a lady's digestive system? I could even get gastritis from delaying my meals for you! It'll be days before my gastric plays down!"