“This is not what we agreed to!” Panchek shouts, stumbling backward toward his own shrieking, netted dragon. I don’t bother looking in their direction. Fucker deserves to suffer for selling us out. Whatever the Sage—what Berwyn—does is of no consequence to me. How much information has he sold to the enemy? Certainly enough to lure us all to Draithus. How many times did he give them Violet’s location?
Oh shit.. Should have known
