Damon was scared but functional, rational yet emotional, burdened but unwilling to collapse. This was just who Damon Grey was. He had always been like this—come hell or high water, he always survived.
Even when no one thought he would…
This was no different. His defiant personality wasn't just against people; it was against the world.
He helped his friends build a fire right by the chasm. He had already anticipated that the creature within did not allow flight over the chasm; however, it would not attack those by the side.
The wyvern flesh was lean, even though it was only in chunks. They roasted it over a low fire and ate as much as they could.
Damon was short on weapons, so he cut out two of the wyvern's sword-like teeth and filed them down, creating two makeshift blades. He wrapped bandages around them to form comfortable handles while the others ate in silence.
Xander looked at him. "Why are you doing that? Don't you already have the axe you got from killing the war troll?"
