Galos concluded his neck-roll training, shook his body, and the gravel wedged between his scales fell away.
He walked slowly to the riverbank and lowered his head to drink deeply from the river.
After taking a mouthful, he did not leave but instead looked at the water's surface.
The river's waves rose and fell, reflecting his rugged dragon head, distorted and shaking, yet those pitch-black eyes remained calm and steady, not like a bloodthirsty monster, but instead like a warrior with a steadfast resolve, forged through countless trials.
He raised his head and turned around.
Galos's gaze fell on his busy followers.
The Estonian River is wide, and its currents swift, with many aquatic fierce beasts and creatures lurking within. Directly wading across is exceedingly dangerous, so the War Lizardfolk and Kobold are building rafts.
The War Lizardfolk select suitable logs, cut them, and transport them to the riverbank.
