Dertharion was also trying to sleep. He lay in the hut's single bed, watching the moonlight that slipped in through the door's cracks crawl across the floor. Zendrayus lurked somewhere. But whether inside or outside the Green didn't know. The sickly dragon, despite his light-colored scales, could hide in shadow surprisingly well. Shifting in bed, the Green clutched his satchel close. He did not trust the White. Zendrayus HAD saved him, and not taken the Ember...

But Dertharion was not known for his trusting. Besides, the White's horribly decrepit body simply screamed evil. The Green shuddered at the thought of the Plaguehide dragging him all the way to the hut. Touching his scales. Repulsive. He had thought that the Whites were all dead. What a pity that this one had survived.

The Green slid out of bed. He was fed up with lying unable to sleep. Quietly, he pushed the door open with a claw and crept out. Turning to stroll along the building's side, he almost walked straight into Zendrayus. The White sat leaned up against the outside wall of the hut, fast asleep. Each one of the Plaguehide's rasping breaths sounded like his last, so agonized and scraping were they. Dertharion glared darkly at the White. Such arrogance. He was so unafraid of Dertharion fleeing that he was taking a little nap. The Green could feel his poison creeping up his throat in response to his anger, but he swallowed it down.

Now was no time to pick a fight. He needed the White to introduce him to Saliss and put in a good word for him. Otherwise, the monarch's cold-bloodedness might make him retract the reward. Dertharion needed that reward. All his life, he'd been nobody. Just some dragon everyone kicked around and used for their own gain. But soon...He licked his lips as if he could taste the gold. Soon, soon...he'd be somebody. Zendrayus made a faint growling sound in his sleep, interrupting the Green's dreams. Dertharion glanced at the White. The Plaguehide's whistling breaths were beginning to get on his nerves, so he went back to his bed to dream of his future wealth and power. He always knew he'd be somebody one day...