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Caden watched the lizard men with a wary eye as he chewed on some meat. Bast had cut him a piece from the animal that had been roasting over the fire. The creatures were a lot like normal men with their mannerisms and personalities, but their scaled flesh and elongated faces defied that assumption.
“What do you know of dragons?” Bast asked.
“Not much,” Caden replied, shrugging. “They’re just wild animals.”
“I thought that once, too. I can tell you with certainty that nothing could be further from the truth.”
“What do you mean?”
“They aren’t mindless creatures. They have intelligent thoughts and they can speak.”
Caden rose his left brow. “They can speak?”
“Yes,” Bast answered. “I see the doubt on your face. How is it that you can see me and my brethren and know that our existence
