Earnestly he fingered the hilt of the sword. Prism hadn't said a word since they left Ephesus, which made him nervous. He gave the half elf a queer glance, hoping for a response.
      "Prism?" Eric finally queried.
      "Hmm?" Prism didn't even glance his way.
      "Is something wrong?" He asked concerned.
      "Hmm? No, I'm fine... Just thinking." He shook his head.
      "What're you thinking about?" Bentora pressured him.
      "Lots of things... I'm trying to figure out how to steal a stone from a dragon, for one..." he lamented.
      "Prism, you always make all the plans. Maybe you should leave this one up to us." Eric offered.
      "That's nice... But, I'm not sure..."
      "He's right. I think we're wearing you out." Blake raised a brow.
      "Yeah, we're not babies! We can handle it!" Leiko exclaimed.
      "But..."
      "I think you need a vacation." Bentora added.
      "I don't think..."
      "It's no problem. You can rest in Trask, we'll handle the rest!" Eric announced.
      "I..."
      "No, I think it's about time we took some responsibility." Emeryl returned, "You'll see. You don't have to worry about us!"
      "But, I..."
      "Then it's settled!" Blake interrupted him again, "You can stay in Trask, we'll deal with the dragon."
      "You're all crazy! You don't know the first thing about stealing from dragons! And I don't just make plans... I'm a trained wizard too." Prism retorted finally, "Besides, I'd worry more if you left on your own."
      "Alright then, we'll figure it out." Blake folded his arms.