“Someone,” Lucien repeats. “Let me think. Who in Alantha has a grudge against Silaise, the entire continent’s supply of scalestone, and thousands of purple-eyed people who want to kill you?” This again. Julien rubs his temple. “The least subtle Draskorans in history.” “Draskorans are never subtle,” Lucien says, exasperated. “They ride dragons!”
