His intuition nudged him to let the Six retrieve the dragon’s blood. Bodb checked a sigh, chewing his lip still, and looked away. He did not even know why he felt this way.
"Finnbhear can gather volunteers to aid you," the king said. "As for barrels, check with the palace smith. He can provide everything else you need. When you are ready, I expect a detailed account of your plans. Whatever they are." He hoped they did not include feats similar to Aramina's rescue of Raori for sanity's sake, if nothing else.
"My lord, please reconsider." Caoimhin was practically on his knees.
"Too late," Aramina taunted. "We're getting the dragon's blood, and you can't stop us." She sing-songed the words, vacating her seat, skipping out the chamber door like a small child. Duinn bowed politely as he foll
