Raj had grunted but not immediately risen when he of uncreative parents knocked on his bedframe. "Last I checked, he was still farting around Romania," he joked, knowing full well which Nigel the older man was on about. Sometimes Raj suspected that Dragon Nigel was the only one Howell actually cared about.

"Well, let's find your baby and get him safe," Raj said as he fully rose and pulled on his boots. The keepers cottage had been doing a piss poor job of keeping the cold out so he had slept fully dressed.