Scotty’s POV:
(Still in past time)
My legs rush from the dingy dungeon of the Dark Lord's home across to where the cold, dark air of nighttime greets my face. Each step is panicked, fast and careful as I sneak past every guard and town person insight. I can still feel the heat of the little bottles inside my jacket and my arm is starting to blister as the fiery contents beg for release. Dragon souls are by far the worst to capture. They fight against their prisons using intense heat and the longer you withhold them, the more severe the burn. I am surprised my jacket hasn’t caught up in flames already, making this task all the more rushed. I have to get back to the river quickly before these bottles blow up and unleash havoc. I have to release them into the water before anyone sees how
