After Rovak finally managed to crawl out of the crater, Garion let the gravity pressure disappear.
Rovak rolled onto his back, breathing heavily, but his grin was still wide. "Hahaha… damn. That was insane."
Garion stood beside him with both hands in his pockets. "You're tougher than I thought."
Rovak laughed. "Of course I am."
Dahlia crossed her arms nearby. "You were stuck in the ground like a bug."
Rovak pointed at her without getting up. "A very tough bug."
Giselle nodded seriously. "Then you are a customer bug."
Rachel covered her mouth and smiled.
Rovak stared at Giselle for a moment, then burst out laughing again. "Hahaha! I like this little princess!"
Garion grinned, then his expression became more focused. "Alright, Rovak. Before I make your training plan, I want to understand your race first."
Rovak sat up and slapped the dust off his shoulders. "My race?"
Garion nodded. "Yeah. Drakhor Race. Tell me about it."
