BACK DATE: JUNE 8th

Edmund could remember but a few things clearly of his last days on the expedition. The trouble they'd had, the Leprechaun gold and the unnerving experience of coming upon a dragon and her egg den. It had, inevitably, been his undoing. The stubborn Wizard had insisted on taking up the rear, to protect the women and others, when the sneaky beast had come up from behind without any warning!

Needless to say, Edmund had found the very hard spot locate between the dragons paw and the tree he'd been whipped like a rag doll against. From there, his memory was vague but what he did know with utmost certainty was that Hamish MacFausty, that wonderful weirdo, had saved his ass from becoming dragon fodder.

He'd have to go out and thank the bastard sometime soon but right at that moment, Edmund lay in the hospital bed, shifted weight slightly and groaned as he back painfully protested any inch of muscle or bone that he'd foolishly managed to move. He'd been lucky of course, mostly bruised innards and outtards, no immediate breaks and a slight concussion. All in all he was lucky, still that didn't mean Edmund Grimm didn't feel like absolute ass at the moment!

Getting chucked by a dragon was no small feat after all!