"That smells good," Shadow said with a smile, sitting across from Keman. He hadn't seen the dragon in a day and it was good to see he was recovering from his wounds. He picked up a fork and pulled off a tiny piece from Keman's sweet bread, popping it into his mouth.

"Ancestors, that tastes better then it smells," Shadow groaned. "Where did you get it? Do you think they could bring me one as well? Or a dozen?"