“What?” Mercy hurried around so she could look into his face. “Did the dragons say something?” The air flickered, and a massive bulk of a man stepped out, ragged hair falling behind him. His unshaven face showed a hint of anger. “They always do,” Northstrider said. He had appeared in the center of the waiting room as easily as walking out of a door. The two Underlords both bowed, though Lindon had to force his body to move like a puppet. “Dragons are beings of destruction,” the Monarch went on. “They would rather see a field reduced to ash than see someone else have a bite to eat.” “I’ll take
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