"Finally!" Trinlen shouted as he almost literally leaped to his feet at the announcement that the dragon was defeated and it was time to pack up and move on. Carlos looked at him and raised an eyebrow, and he stammered and scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "I mean… Don't get me wrong, boss: this whole trip in general has been great, for so many reasons, but this—" He gestured in all directions around him. "—has been unpleasantly cramped. It'll be nice to get to roam around again."Carlos looked up at the ceiling of tangled branches, vines, and leaves, then at various scraggly wooden trunks dotted around the hidden hollow, and nodded. "Yeah, I get that. Hopefully, with the dragon gone, we won't have to hide again. Anyway, I see everyone's already packed and ready… Including us, apparently?"Trinlen shrugged. "Yeah, I took the liberty of getting your stuff ready while you fought. I figured, either you win and we'd move on to the wellspring, or you lose and we'd have to bug out ahead of an angry dragon's wrath, and either way we would be moving. And, well, every minute we don't have to spend packing after the battle is another minute less of staying in this insufferably small enclosure. Speaking of which, can we go already?" He grinned cheekily.Carlos casually cast a silent Telekinesis spell to grab his tent and pack, then shrugged and looked at Lorvan. "Maybe? The dragon was definitely the wellspring's guardian, but… Lorvan, should we be concerned about anything else noticing us if we just openly fly around?"Lorvan shook his head dismissively. "No. Anything strong enough to be truly dangerous to you, the dragon would have eliminated already; such creatures do not tolerate close rivals. Some things might notice you, but they will all be too terrified by the magnitude of power displayed by and against the dragon to dare attacking so soon. The creatures of the deep Wilds learn young the need to (...)