For once the great dragon wasn't playing silent sentinel in the dark of the night hours - no instead the great beast was lying upon that same rocky outcropping but the sky was painted in the muted reds of early morning as the sun started making its own sleepy way out of bed - as likely would the others by now, in varying states of early morning grumpiness.

he himself was not exempt to that fatal flaw of not being a morning person.

good thing he'd been on sentinel duty then and was thus far more agreeable right now than likely the vast majority of Typhoon.

Lucifer idly sighed as he stared out across the ocean waters, a slow night, no cause for alarm was both good - in that there was no sudden fighting and such - and bad - because it got boring very fast, but the black dragon was unperturbed, fine with menial work in the downtime hours of the band of pirates.

his attention turned to someones approach however.

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