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[Good evening, explorers! After departing from Cair Paradisa, the path was south at first, but turned west fairly early on. Skirting well south of Eldritch Forest, the travelers had camped near the edge of the Amber Steppe, not quite within sight of the forest that marks the Totem Coast. The grasses are parched brown by the heat, though greener patches mark the presence of water. It's near one of these - a small, bubbling stream leading west that Raine has chosen to follow as it will almost certainly run into the river marked on her map - that the travelers have made their camp.

The carts and wagons are arranged in a defensive circle, though the campers are free to set up their tents outside them as well as inside wher ethe rest of them are. There are small cooking fires scattered around as well as a large bonfire in the center for socializing.

Play music? Sing? Teach those poor non-Earth kids how to make s'mores? Or just sit around and socialize with others.

Or hide in your tent and ignore everyone, if you really want to.]

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[ She dips her head momentarily, trying to hide her embarrassment. Gosh. ]

Did you start out burning your meat? [ Please tell her she's not a complete failure. ]

[He laughs;]

Yep. I'm afraid even the great Zelos Wilder couldn't help but ruin at least a few meals.

[ BOY THAT MAKES HER FEEL QUITE BETTER. ]

Then this is by no means strange. [ Phew. ]

Not in the slightest, dear Khaleesi! It's all about practice.

Well....for most people.

I hold the hope that I will improve, if not... well my dragons will not suffer for food.

[he chuckles] They like it charred?

They prefer their meat cooked, once they are able they will cook their food with their own flames.

Really? Man, that is one useful way to use your breath.

[ A laugh. ] Yes it certainly is. Dragons, in my world, are fire made flesh. Their flames are strong enough to melt stone.

Really?

Wait...then how do they not melt their meat?

I must confess I do not know. It is not something I am proud of, but I truthfully know very little of dragons. The people of my world believed them to be dead and the only tales I had were ones Viserys used to tell me.

Hey, if that's the case - who can blame you for not knowing much? I doubt there's how to train your dragon guides or anything written.

If there was the texts were likely lost when King's Landing was sacked.

Yeah, that'll do it.

But hey, maybe you could write one!

Perhaps I could. I know my letters and my script is legible.

That's always a good first step!

Indeed it is.