"Right, meditating." The thief wriggled a bit and sat up. "Well when you're done, we need to come up with a plan to get out of this place." Sholto pressed a hand against the other man's shoulder before returning to the cave. He glanced at the thins still inside, the cloth, the pallets, the table. He was sure the dragon would be able to make everything disappear with a snap of his fingers, and yet. .. Well that felt like such a shame! So he bent down and plucked up a blanket. He made it into a bundle and settled right down on it. To wait. To think.