"Are you trying to racket me up to send me to my death?" Minto tilted his head at Barskál. "There's no way I have that kind of power."
"Believe what you may," Barskál shook his head and sighed. "The facts to me are clear, I do not know what she did to you, but you standing here as a youngling is nothing short of a miracle." He added before outstretching his hand.
Seeing and understanding what he meant by the gesture, Minto took out the corpse of Patronin and handed it to him while still shrunken.
"Nagmar has shown no interest in Patronin's flesh, you can have all of it." Minto turned to everyone who was ready to leave the ship. "A Dragon of Old... huh?" He looked to the horizon. "What kind of magical power does he have?" Minto asked, but looking around he realized that Barskál was gon
