No one answered her question.
Raavi looked at each of them, and their prolonged silence only added to her anxiety. Her gaze settled on Aelius, assuming that he would be urged to give a reply when they had at least a connection with what happened to them last night. The man shifted, wanting to avoid her, but his gaze would eventually go back and assess her expression, careful not to displease her or anything. Checking the others for approval, he eventually breathed deep, understanding that he had no choice about it and that he would have to carry the burden of sharing it with her.
“The captured dragon managed to escape the mages,” he started. “It suddenly went feral.”
She glanced at Hjalmar. Seeing that the Zaytsev brothers have returned, it is only safe to assume that the captured Drago
