Back outside the door, three elven servants had come with the simple task of inviting the dragon lord and his human aide to a meal. Simple. That was the plan.
Except when they drew closer, they froze.
Inside, the human's voice rang out, sharp with fury. "I'm dying to go home!"
The elves exchanged wide-eyed looks. Angry. He sounded angry. And the tone wasn't mild frustration either. No, this was the kind of voice you heard when someone was about to snap a chair in half.
All three of them paled.
This was bad. Very bad.
They had been warned—no, commanded—to treat the dragon lord and his aide with the utmost care.
Kael Dravaryn was the most vital figure in the ongoing investigation, the only one likely to help recover the Moonveil Codex. Offending him was already out of the question. But now, if his aide was demanding to go home?
It was a crisis.
