After that, it was just a waiting game.
Kreiss returned to Norynn, armed with The Mangler and the Flixmire darts. He was going to look for the Regal Copper, and this time, he was going to tame it. Although, trapping it and then tranquilising it wasn't exactly what he originally had in mind. It was a lot more violent than what he planned in the beginning, but it would have to do. The dragon wouldn't get hurt. It would just be calmer, which was good.
Unless of course, Kreiss screwed it up.
He shook the thought away. No. He was going to succeed this time. He knew it.
He didn't go too deep into the forest. He stopped at the grave. His instincts told him the dragon would be back. The horns were still on the ground, and if what he read about Regal Coppers were right, the dragon would come back to retrieve his mother's horns. It was only a matter of time, and patience. And Kreiss had lots of both.
