Oak groaned. "It's too early for this, kid."
"It's never too early for team bonding!" Lucien insisted, grinning. "How about this, let's go around and share our dreams! You know, what we're working toward. What keeps us going."
Felicity raised an eyebrow. "Dreams?"
"Yeah! Like, what do you want to achieve? What's your goal?"
Isaac glanced back from the front. "This is juvenile, How exactly will this help in battle!?"
"Just Humor me! Please!" Lucien pleaded.
Oak sighed heavily, then shrugged. "Fine. I'll go first if it shuts you up." He leaned back, his massive frame making the wagon creak. "My dream? Simple. I want to make enough money to eat whatever I want, whenever I want. Good meat. Strong wine. The finest foods from every restaurant back at home." He patted his stomach proudly. "I'm a simple man. I see food, I eat food. I see wine, I drink wine. That's the good life right there!"
He laughed, a thunderous sound that made the whole wagon shake.
