It's only matter of Time...

The Angel

It's another two days before Skeppy deems Karl well enough to leave the room. In that time, he met Ebira, whom he's intrigued by. A medical dragon? She doesn't speak, other than the various draconic growls, clicks, and purrs she can make, but she knows quite well how to get her intents and points across, quick-thinking and strong. And quite beautiful. According to the diamond hybrid, Stony Drakes are supposed to have gem-like scales, like rare treasures you would find deep underground, or far below the sea level. Apparently, their scales are as durable and as hard as the gemstones their scales are the color of. Skeppy quizzes him often on his knowledge of customs and the Elvish language, after swiftly learning he knows only that one, and explains to him of all the dragons found in Cinna. Karl didn't know so many beasts could–or did–exist! Finally, the healer decides he is well enough to leave. Ebira offers her neck, allowing Karl to hold on to it as she helps pull him to his feet. From there, he manages to walk on his own, although slowly, and the dragon follows him closely, his injury is still sore and sensitive. "We have your friends sleeping in the nearest barracks, as that was the best place we could think of at the time." Skeppy explains, leading him through the maze of tunnels. They're well-carved, smooth with years and years of use, and every opening to a new tunnel or cavern has a door, from simple strips of cloth to beautifully crafted and carved wooden doors, markings and symbols and creatures clearly displayed. Skeppy pauses in front of one with cloth in front of it, then moves it aside to offer Karl entry. Stepping inside, the cave isn't exactly massive, but it's plenty enough to fit Karl's friends, Ebira, and Skeppy. Sam notices them first, he was standing just beside the doorway, always the sentry. Sapnap surprise attacks Karl with a hug, mindful of his wound, but still holding onto him tightly nonetheless. "He is well, and you are all together once more, as promised. I will request you stay here for the night, and then I will send for the Angel in the morning. From there, he will decide how to proceed with you." Skeppy takes his leave, as does Ebira, and the others come to greet their friend. "They wouldn't let us see you! Are you okay?" Sapnap asks, to which Karl nods. "I'm fine. What about you guys?" Sam flicks his tail in the direction of the door. "They left us unguarded, but they somehow know whenever we try to leave. Dream and Skeppy have come by with food on occasion and ask questions, but leave soon after." He explains, which doesn't provide much as to what these people want with them. "What did you tell them? What sort of questions did they ask?" They all sit down, ignoring the chairs that were in the room as well. "Mostly simple things: what are your names, where are you from, how did you find this place, et cetera, et cetera. Then, they started asking more detailed questions." Sapnap starts, pausing to take a breath. "They asked us why we had you, Punz, and Tommy with us, and even Ranboo." The Enderian hybrid's ears lower a bit, his tail curling a little closer around him. Tommy seems peeved about this fact. "They think Ranboo's cursed, or something!" He says, which is actually a good reason to be upset. Karl can understand their issues with human beings, but towards the very people who live in their city? Admittedly, nobody has seen a hybrid exactly like Ranboo, but he's still a hybrid, and Enderian at that. Not only are they a scarce population nowadays, but they're extremely in–tune with the cultures and histories of other hybrid species, an intricate societal structure built upon it. He supposes perhaps genetic defects would give explanation to the 'blame it on a curse' idea, though. Besides, nothing Ranboo's done seems to have had inherently bad effects, as far as Karl knows. "It's, um, some sort of legend, apparently. Long story short, I'm supposedly descended from a bad guy? There's someone born like me every 50 or so years, depending how long the hybrid lives." Ranboo elaborates, sounding a lot calmer than Karl would be if someone told him he's apparently cursed. "Well, for what it's worth, I don't think you're cursed." He offers a smile, which the boy returns, although shyly. "So far, they just think we came from some really far–off place, and the fact we know people like them, and they know people like us, is just a fluke." Technoblade finishes, shrugging lightly. "And until further notice, we'll keep it that way. The last thing we need is to tell these people we're from another time. They have enough to try and wrap their heads around right now." Sam adds from his position, that being the furthest from Karl in the circle. "We should go to sleep, we won't be doing much else." BadBoyHalo suggests, rising to his feet. Whether through being the demon-vampire hybrid he is, or some special skill he'd developed, Bad always had an uncanny ability for what time of day it was, so it's most likely nighttime if he's suggesting they sleep. The barracks have identical beds, two smooth, carved-out hollows full of mosses and leaves with a blanket of furs for extra warmth, near a wall lined with actual beds. Sam takes one of the hovels, clearly meant for the hybrids who couldn't sleep in the actual beds, while the others take the ones on the wall. Karl's bed, again, like everyone else's, has what feels to be wool inside the pillows, but with tiny holes where some moths must have started chewing away at it, clearly pointing out that this place has been here a while. Nonetheless, it's comfortable, and warm, so despite everything happening, Karl falls asleep quickly.