“I am debating what I could offer a dragon to send me home.” Moondew looked at Xervan again. “But one does not presume to ask favors of dragons.”
“No. I assume you’re probably in trouble if you owe a dragon a favor too.”
“It depends on the dragon. The Hellforge family has always been fair.” Moondew waved at Xervan, his fingers long and elegant, exactly what one would expect from an elf. “It is unfortunate that their hold over the Dragon Justice Court is not what it once was and that so many crueler and more insular dragons are working against them to steal their positions. That is why so many refugees have been forced to flee to this world. It is—it was—a place that nobody believed dragons would come.”
“Not anymore.”
“So I’ve heard,” Moondew said grimly.
“Sigrune,” Xervan called, powe
