Dragons

“You may find that easier said than done.” Disseus told Teverius. Finding the man’s arrogance irritating.

He is fast. But Disseus was unafraid. Though he was gathering that the man posed no threat, he still didn’t like him.

“Nevertheless, I’d rather not.” Teverius murmured. “It would be wise for you to go underground.”

“As you already said.” Disseus said acidly.

“However,” Teverius emphasized. “If you choose not to, and are ever in need of help. You can find me in the Dread Hideout.”

He’s offering to help us? That’s why he came here?

“In the Netherlands?” Nim clarified. Just as puzzled as Disseus was. The man had exuded a threatening presence when he’d first arrived. Both of them had assumed he’d come to fight.

“Far within.” Teverius confirmed.

“Where?” Disseus asked. Curiosity getting the better of him. No one knew where the elven hideout in the Netherlands was.

Somewhere in Dread Hideout,