"My qualifier is compromised!?"
Pacing back and forth, the humanized dragon lord froze as she came to that realization.
"No, Treeda. Don't put words in my mouth."
With flaring eyebrows, Lord Treeda whipped her head around to stare back at the pale-skinned man in the shadow-stitched cloak.
"If what you said is true, then it may as well be. I thought you, of all people, wouldn't be outsmarted–"
"Don't put the eagle before the flying carriage," remarked the hooded man, steadily wagging a finger. "I've already warned Oli. And given his wits, I'm sure he'll make it out of Malignant Veil just fine. Or do you not believe in your new, darling grandson?"
"Th-that's got nothing to do with my worries!"
Treeda caught her breath and stilled her mind, bowing her head. "Master Eeole… You know the depths of these new concerns, likely even better than myself.
