Gritzl let out a deep sigh, he wished he had kept his mouth closed. Visions were important to the people in this world, afterall it was a vision that bound Fiona deeply to Tiamat.
No something personal, close to his heart that he took as a sign of weakness was going to be debated by the others that gathered around him.
Discussed, broken down and argued over by the people he had slowly begun to regard as part of his extended family.
He could not be certain that his vision was truly not some ominous sign of some future disaster.
"It's okay Gritzl, share what is on your mind with us and perhaps we can help," encouraged Cedella, she took a cup of water from one of the young pages and put it up to Gritzl's lips to drink.
He did so obediently and gulped it all down having no clue how thirsty he had been until he was on his third cup and finally felt satisfied.
