Menarx strode into the audience hall, Adrienne not far behind, his eyes scanned the small group, anxiously seeking out his nephew.
"Zephyr is unharmed. All thanks to Neveah, Kaliana took him away...it will be difficult for her to part with the boy for a while." Kirgan brought Menarx up to speed.
"The sorcerer?" Imagor enquired impatiently, he was seated, his satin shirt lifted as Everon tended to his injury.
Angry red burns lined his sides, worrisome for a dragon lord who had great resistance to fire,
But what had scalded Imagor so badly had not been fire, Neveah had also gotten a taste of the red mist for herself though she healed much quicker and her burns were not nearly as bad as Imagor's.
It had taken a lot of convincing for Kaliana to leave her dragon's side in his state, but Imagor had insisted firmly.
"We lost him." Menarx admitted, his tone ashamed.