"It's not a question of whether we need to pursue, but whether we dare. Do you dare? I certainly won't stop you," the Court Mage Menekver retorted, his face full of mockery, showing no deference to the other's status as a God's Favored One.
If they truly intended to pursue, they would have already gone in, just like those foolish students of his more than thirty years ago who chased into the Elemental Plane of Water and nearly got themselves boiled alive. He'd only asked to salvage some dignity for the five of them—legends, all—who hadn't managed to stop a young Red Dragon.
"You..." The expression on Bradimir, the God's Favored One of the Elven Forest God, was quite a sight.
