The next morning...

After a night of throwing up half-digested void zombie, Saige had never been more relieved in her life to have a glass of water and plain bread for breakfast. She apologized to Claire Baker, who had been her caretaker for the night, and helped her clean up while explaining in detail the experience of eating a zombie, sparing no detail. While the experience sucked greatly, Saige viewed it as a strange accomplishment.

Exhausted but ready for the day, Saige wandered around the guild searching for Miquella. While it might have been easier to just ask the person at the front desk of his whereabouts, she chose to look around while humming a tune, curiously peeking into every door that would open.

Miquella can be found in the new garden of the guild located in the center. Wearing very simple garb designed to keep him warm. He seems to be pulling up weeds and planting new flowers, herb, and other flora. He seems a bit dirty and his hands are the color of the soil. He glances up and sees Saige. “You can come in. Garden ward down.” Once she steps through he will bring the garden ward back up. In this area is an extremely tall guardian standing motionless.

"Hi there!" Saige waves to the guardian before making her way over to Miquella.

Saige pulls up the sleeves of her shirt and smiles. "Ooh, are we working in the garden? I want to help!" Before Miquella can answer, she starts pulling weeds.

Miquella smiles, “Thank you. I find it soothing being here. It’s so quiet compared to the rest of the city.” He takes a moment as he puts a little seed where he just dug a hole. “How are you feeling? Did Claire take good care of you?”

"Yeah, it's like a little piece of home." Saige smiles before continuing, "She did, though I don't remember a lot of what happened, I think I threw up on her a few times..."

She moves to weed another spot.

"You doing okay? You were pretty stressed out at the battle, everyone was though really, it was pretty crazy! I've never seen a dragon so big, I can't wait to tell my family all about it! Especially when it got its leg ripped off! I mean, at the time I wanted to eat it, but now that I think about it I probably couldn't have eaten the whole thing... What would it even taste like? Would you eat it with the scales or without?..."

Saige starts rambling, her eyes narrowed in thought.

Miquella wipes some sweat of his forehead, “Yes, I guess I was fine. I don’t know. Just have a lot on my mind is all.” He gives a warm smile, “ And I don’t know. I never thought of what Dragons tasted like. I don’t like I would like it to much. Because one I like dragons, two it would seem to tough in my opinion.” He looks to Siage as he plants another seed and puts the weeds on a bucket.