Jules came back from picking wood for the fire. He let the sticks fall to the ground, in the area designated for the fire, in front of the lodge. The air was cold but the physical activity warmed him up. Some logs had been put in a big circle, surrounding what soon became fire thanks to Jules, he wasn't ver good at starting a fire, but being a dragon hybrid has its advantages. It was getting dark. Jules sat down on one of the lodges, feeling his face grow warm. He took a small book from his pocket, tilting it to catch as much light as posible and began reading.