Morgane stepped forward, Jorn at her side, as soon as the dragons had been unsaddled and changed to their human form. “My son informs me he’s offered you the hospitality of our castle.” She glanced at Treon as she mentioned him.
Rian stepped forward, nodding to her in greeting. “We have no plans to cause trouble, but if you would prefer, we can find somewhere to camp. We have sufficient gear with us that we can do that.” He nodded towards the dragon-leather backpacks Brann and Maira wore at their backs.
“It’s as much Treon’s home as it is mine,” Morgane said. “He’s welcome to invite guests.” She stepped to the side, gesturing towards the front door. “I’ve had rooms prepared. They aren’t in the best of states, but they’re clean and out of the weather. I’ve been informed we’re due rain th
