Chapter Thirty-Two
Willing Accomplice
Nargaz flew through the night sky toward the lair he had claimed in the Hamad Sinta. Tomorrow was his scheduled rendezvous with Saviadro. How many years had passed since they had first met? At least a thousand, he thought. In that time, little had changed. The elves still remained hidden. The drakhalu bickered amongst themselves for supremacy. His dragons remained sullen and restless. The Fire Folk kept to themselves in their southeastern territory of the Pelo Goro, despite his attempts to align with them.
All the creatures who reigned the south were still held hostage by the sun. Hence, this night flight, under the barest sliver of moon. Even the stars offended him. How he wished his foolish Lystari had not been lured into trying to claim the Queny
