Theodora and Gerald were still hiding in the bushes. They were waiting to get a chance. Only one chance!
They saw the members of the Dragon House beating the drums, dancing in a certain style that was unfamiliar to them and having fun. Gerald strained his ears, trying to decipher the light humming overshadowed by the loudly beating drums.
Yet it was there, distinct and intriguing. He had never heard anything like that before. Oscar told that the members of the Dragon House could communicate with those archaic creatures in their language.
This language had no syllables, only peculiar sounds that were impossible for outsiders to decipher. Yet he was trying to hear some pattern, some sort of a code that may help him in his quest, but it was impossible for him to concentrate for more than a few seconds because of the noises around.
"Hold this." He took his bag and placed it in Theodora's hands.
