Ennius Grimoire thumbed through the report. It was neatly written and smelled of fresh printer ink.
We have ruled out natural coincidences. We believe that the Magic Eaters had something to do with the entire incident, but we are still trying to track the magical source that caused it all.
He grunted and shoved the papers aside.
A wall housing a built-in bookcase slid open and Norwyn stepped out. The white dragon had decided to visit for real this time, and his scales were so white they lit up the dark office. The dragon had a hump and walked slowly.
Norwyn sniffed, wrinkling his scales.
“It’s rare to see your physical body these days,” Ennius said.
“I had to see this for myself,” Norwyn said.
“What?”
Norwyn tracked around the room, smelling it. Then he stopped and turned to Ennius
