While Lith walked back to his group, he looked around the room and noticed that many Wyrms followed him with their gaze. Judging from their grimaces, whatever they were saying about him was nothing good.
"Thank you!" Kamila's eyes lit up at the sight of more potatoes than she could eat.
They were crispy on the outside and juicy and tender on the inside. The potatoes were also steaming hot, requiring small bites if one wanted to avoid first-degree burns.
"From one to ten, how much do Fire Dragons blame me for Valtak's death?" Lith asked Erghak while passing the salt shaker to Kamila.
"Around two, but only because thick-headed idiots are a plague that even the best families can't completely eradicate." Erghak replied.
"Tell me about it." Lith shook his head, thinking back to Orpal and Trion.
"The other clans, however, I'd say range from five to seven."
"What? Why?" Aran and Leria were so outraged that they dropped their forks.
