[Dixon doesn't particularly want to return to the temple anyway, empty-handed as he is and knowing the instant he sets foot inside it he's going to get that weird nauseated feeling, but he's out of clean water and the stuff they've boiled up inside is probably less likely to give him some kind of bacteria than just drinking straight from the river.
He's breathing heavy by the time he gets back to the temple, feeling the effects of a lifetime of smoking (god he wants a cigarette) weighing on him like a ball and chain around his ankles. He bends over and pants when he gets to the top of the slope the temple's at, and for a moment he doesn't notice the horse-sized dragon sprawled out on the front steps.
He sees it out of the corner of his eye, then straightens up and gets a nice, clear look at the scaly, clawed, reptilian beast blocking the entrance.
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He's breathing heavy by the time he gets back to the temple, feeling the effects of a lifetime of smoking (god he wants a cigarette) weighing on him like a ball and chain around his ankles. He bends over and pants when he gets to the top of the slope the temple's at, and for a moment he doesn't notice the horse-sized dragon sprawled out on the front steps.
He sees it out of the corner of his eye, then straightens up and gets a nice, clear look at the scaly, clawed, reptilian beast blocking the entrance.
Nope.
He'll chance the fucking river.]