It was a slow lazy kind of day, and Fynrael was curled up in his spot, happy and content to stay there. The slime that had taken a living to him was by his side and Vraegar rolled his eyes at the sight. “Fynrael, I'm going out. I can't stand this waiting around,” Vraegar said as he walked to the entrance of his cosy cave. 

It was a little more decorated than it used to be, thanks to his and Fynrael's exploration. Herbs and fruit, along with various other things were in the little section set up for crafting. It was small, just a beginning, but it was theirs. 

“Be careful,” Fynrael said, his soft gaze falling on Vraegar in a way that made him feel warm and fuzzy. The slime bobbed at Fynrael's sweet voice, as if it thought that he was speaking to it and Fynrael smiled at the creature. 

“Will do,” Vraegar agreed, trotting out of the cave in search of something to take home or something to eat at least. 

In a random corner somewhere deeper in the dungeon, Vraegar found some old, discarded barding and went to investigate it, not expecting much, even from that glint of light. He was surprised to find the beetles clashing against one another, vying to be the victor, only… the bigger and stronger one always wins and in this instance, Vraegar was the bigger one. 

In one bite, Vraegar ate the beetle, and then another, enjoying the crunchy snack, but he kept one for Fynrael. A replacement for the one he had lost to the lava not so long ago.