After a hill-sized serving of lasagna, a colossal steak with a side of a harvest of roasted potatoes, an entire school of grilled tunas, and enough ice cream to send half of Lustria County into a diabetic coma, Faluel was ready to talk.
The delicious meal had given her both the time to think and the nutrients her body needed to return to its peak condition. Filled with renewed confidence and tasty food, she was ready to tackle the problem at hand.
"As I said earlier, we Hydras are a bunch of seven-headed idiots." Faluel sighed. "I should have involved you in the Dragonhood project from the beginning."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, but this explains very little." Ajatar gave her a short bow.
"I'm sorry, but before making a fool out of myself again, I need to confirm my hypothesis." She said. "Please, wear the Hands of Menadion and follow my instructions."
