"Hmph!" Lynch looked at the lousy actor with contempt. The shadow of the giant dragon in the sky was growing larger. Even if he threw these Druids into the water now, it wouldn't sever the connection with this ship. This time, they were implicated. Lynch only hoped that the descending dragon was old enough to remember the ancient alliance from a thousand years ago and wouldn't randomly attack mages.
When the dragon landed beside the ship, Lynch changed his mind. From his point of view now, if this dragon were younger and hadn't heard of the Arcanist's alliance, it would be his most desired outcome. The dragon, holding the bodies of the Ida brothers in its claws, was covered in yellow scales, with a bunch of flowing whiskers hanging from its chin. Lynch held his forehead, cursing his bad luck.
"It's actually a Brass Dragon."
