Tibias' dreams had been thick with his life's trials greatly exaggerated. The sphere breaking and his chance at freeing the other dragons ruined, his body picked clean of his fur and feathers and skinned for his flesh to be worn as attractive armour for the royals. Tibias woke with a start, sitting up abruptly and staring around the darkened hallway. The servant had left already, Tibias glanced around and rubbed his eyes wearily, trying to rid himself of the sleep.

Tibias walked down the stairs to check the window there for the time. A bit of light was already pouring into the streets, which meant it was dawn. He returned back up stairs and knocked on the door softly. "It's morning." He said softly, but loud enough to be heard through the door.

Ägar struggled to remember why he had bothered ask the human to wake him up. After the refreshing, albeit startling, stretch last night, the dragon was feeling ready and up for anything. So naturally, he had risen before the moon had finished setting. Perhaps he had wanted to make the boy feel useful. Yes, that was it.

His eyes lit up with excitement at the offer of him getting to choose the spot where they watch people. There was one spot that he knew where there would be a lot of humans and enough things to distract him with.

"The North District!" Tibias exclaimed, nearly hopping with excitement. "North District has plenty of shops where people go to look at. Most can't afford the stuff there, but it's funny to watch them!" A small giggle escaped his lips and he quickly clapped his hands over his mouth, but his eyes were still lit up with excitement and glee.

"I know the fastest route there. Most of the fun starts in the morning. Do you want any breakfast to eat first, Am- err... Master?" Tibias had dropped his hands and had wiped the smile off his face. He had paused slightly before saying "master", having just remembered the lesson he learned that night.