Well. Go back and protect him," Reyla commanded imperiously. "Now that everyone knows there's a youngling dragon up for grabs, I would be surprised if someone didn't try something. Use that bear-man you like for extra muscle, if you require." She sniffed. "There will be a trip to London in a few days but you'll have Synod approval. No one will touch you there. In the meantime report to me daily. I don't want any more upsets, Lillian."
"Yes, my Lady," purred Lillian. She narrowed her eyes, calculating.... The elf seemed rattled. Time to push some buttons. "You have no idea what you're doing, do you?"
"Enough!" Reyla hissed, "I've had enough of your insolence. Get out."
"Sorry, my Lady," Lillian intoned insincerely, and turned to go.
Reyla's smiling riposte suddenly demanded her to atten
