Fearfully, Shawn backed away from him, only to accidentally knock against the embers behind him. A spark flew out, burning a hole onto his dirty silk robes.
"Fire… Fire… Fire…" The mage began chanting the same word over and over as if possessed, then he tore off a piece of his robe and tossed it into the dying campfire. As soon as the fire found new material to burn, it reignited with new life. The flames danced and flickered, devouring the fabric.
"Ah! Why didn't I think of that? She's a fire dragon!" Shawn grinned. He reached out to Ysilnod. "Quickly, hand her here! Put her in the fire!"
The drow held the dragonling even tighter and even picked up his sword, fervent bloodlust burning in his red eyes. "If any one out of the three of us has to become food, then it has to be you! This is
