"Dude, wake up," Rael said sternly. "You're drooling on my seats."
Seryn shot awake immediately. "My apologies. I was dreaming about my fiancée."
"I'm sure you were, but could you do me one favor?" Rael asked.
"As long as it is within my limits," Seryn replied.
"Alright then, can you stop talking so formally with me? The first couple of times were funny and all, but now it's getting a bit repetitive," Rael complained. "I get that you might've been raised in some noble family, but you're just too stiff to talk to."
"I see..." Seryn muttered. "I can try toning it down a notch then. Before joining the Blue Dragon sect, I was actually a beggar."
Noticing the change in tone, Rael let out a sigh. "Good to know. Also, I think it's about time I tell you what we're doing here."
Seryn nodded. "I'm listening."
