When Neveah found Jian again, he was sitting in his study with Zephyroth curled up on his lap, fast asleep.
He wasn't alone. Imagor and Garron sat across from him, while Rodrick stood dutifully by his side.
The atmosphere was grim and as she walked in with Xenon, her eyes caught Garron's, it wasn't difficult to tell what they had discovered in the punishment chamber had been reported.
How much of it, Neveah wasn't sure. But she wasn't concerned about that.
"Can we really trust the words of a dark sorcerer?" Imagor was saying. "He could be spinning a tale to stir unrest. The last thing we need right now is for word to spread that not only is a sorcerer from the dark empire still living, he's one origin rune away from destroying the world."
He jaws clenched tightly in displeasure. Neveah could hardly blame him. She wasn't certain there had ever been a time dragons took counsel from sorcerers.
