If one were to pass through the Draconi Forest's beaten path at this time of day, one would notice a very unusual sight. Lying at the side of the road was a sleeping boy, snoring loudly despite the danger all around him. Generally, a boy sleeping at the side of the road would have an instant target slapped on his back, except for one thing.
Nothing was coming near him.
Sarnath lay against a tree's trunk, snoring heavily. Occasionally, he'd let out a small burst of flame on reflex. Surrounding him was a semicircle of charred earth, an additional warning to any who dared come near this seemingly harmless boy.
Evidently, though, said warning wasn't enough for some people. As he sensed one such person standing above him, Sarnath opened his eyes and looked up. "Good morning to you too," he said, a carefree smirk on his face.