Krem had considered leaving when the dragon disappeared, but having never been one to swim much, he thought that if it became deep, it would be rather pathetic to drown in a swamp. Or get stuck in the mud and be eaten by water ever lurked underneath the water. In any case, he was exhausted. He considered the treasure behind him, found nothing really in his lazy searching that might be comfortable but just leaned against it and fell asleep.

He woke with a start when the few birds around suddenly took flight, and then there- right there, was a mutilated alligator. He yelled again, hoping that this might not be a regular occurrence off handedly because his throat was starting to get sore, and yet, he wasn't sure what to do with the dead thing in front of him.

"What's this for?"