John was really, really going to kill Sherlock one of these days. First off, hearing deductions about the other four was a bit annoying, second off all, it WAS lunch. And Sherlock was bored. Who can be bored when they were going to meet a dragon in a few minutes?

Well, your most esteemed friend is always bored, my dear Watson, 'tis elementary.

Stephen had noticed Sherlock's dissecting gaze at him and so had Horatio.

"As much as I would love to ask what you are wondering, I am afraid I don't have the time," Stephen said, getting up, having finished his food.

John gave Sherlock a look, and he just shrugged, least bothered. Horatio bit his lip and looked at Hamlet, who looked as if he was composing a monologue in his head. Ophelia was playing with her food, not really bothered.

Wong had his pokerface on, as he too, got up and followed Stephen into the library.

Horatio would be lying if he said that he wasn't interested to inspect the majestic tomes but he didn't have the authority to do so. He snuck a glance at the direction where the library was and went back to clearing the last morsels of his food.

Hamlet was, actually not thinking about the food but sneaking glances at Horatio when he wasn't looking at him. Ophelia had noticed this and smiled quietly to herself.

Sherlock was observing the entire exchange and it took every ounce of self control to not burst out with the facts. John would have kicked him if he had, and it hurt like hell. So he resorted to biting his tongue.

29393930 words, slow burn.

Stephen and Wong returned them.

Ah yes, the imperial wizard duo in shining armour, here to prevent a disaster by one William Sherlock Scott Holmes.

"Did I miss something?" Stephen asked, looking at everyone.

"AbSoLuTeLy nothing," John spoke up, before anyone else could.

Well, it was hardly convincing but he didn't press on for they had more pressing concerns.

"So, we are leaving in another five minutes, is everyone ready?"

Stephen asked, one hand up in the air already.

"Well, yes, atleast I think so," Hamlet answered, getting up.

The others followed suit.

Wong folded his arms, looking at them, calmly.

Horatio found his expression unsettling.

Stephen conjured the portal, a golden opening to a desolated land.

The Lonely Mountain.

Tall and high it stood, rocky, the foothills covered in greenery and the smoke curling upwards.

Stephen saw a party of dwarves approaching it and swore. Hadn't he been through enough crap for a day?

The others stepped through and the portal closed behind them.

Let the fun begin.

Really sorry for the short chapter, I swear the next one would be longer.