(IC) The Stone Tooth
The barbarian roars in triumph at the fall of the dragon, his screams echoing through the cave. He looks, wild eyed towards the water and the dragon, hoping that it will come out.
With the silence, his breathing slowed, his tenseness began to relax and even droop, as the warrior looked tired, suddenly feeling his pain and weariness of the battle.
Without turning, he spoke, and even his words sounded weary. "We should try check that island...dragons often carry riches and something may help us on our mission ahead."
The head of his axe dropped to the ground, him still holding the handle.
He turned with a slight smile. "Thank you for your healing and strength friends....without it i may have fallen."