Gritz had woken up a few hours ago, tossing and turning in his bed for while unable to go back to sleep.
He didn't know what he was hankering for but it wasn't hunger, just this rising foreboding sensation that pooled in stomach.
Reminding him that he had a purpose he had yet to fulfill and until then he had to shed the buildup of dragon energy.
That could kill him if he didn't learn from the dragonhood how to properly dispose of the excessive dragon energy that moved restlessly in his stomach.
Somehow restless he walked and walked until he came to the door of the map room and it was like something clicked in his brain and he got temporary relief from the quickening.
