[Maniacal_Moon]

Dalea had been out for hours, before her eyes slowly fluttered halfway open. He grinned at her. "Well, how're you feeling Dalea?" She groaned as she tried to move. "Like a dragon tried to tear off my head." He chuckled deeply. "I am sorry about that. But you did your own bit of damage yourself." He removed the steak from his face and there was a jagged scar down the side of his face.