"Don't be too sure of that," Mahzan replied. "If anyone could produce dragon fire, it's you under Oath and in a bad mood."
"You deserve to be eaten by a dragon," Sule replied.
Cemal made the sign of warding. "I would not speak so cavalierly about dragon fire, even if it's myth."
Mahzan rolled his eyes, finished his wine, and went to refill it. "We're myth. I can read thoughts as clearly as though they were spoken, maintain the bond between the four of us, and Dragon alone knows what I'll be capable of should I try moving objects again. Even the Dragon would not be able to say what our dear shadow mage is capable of, though we've seen some of it. I do not think it's a stretch that Sule could produce fire hot enough to melt rock."
"Let us fervently hope that is not true," Sule replied. "Something so dangerous has no purpose, and only the Great Dragon should be capable of wielding it."
"Boring," Mahzan said.
Sule glared.