Dragomir's restlessness disappeared when Theodore agreed to take him to Tarrin. "At least I will be able to help Adeline with this issue before I go," he thought to himself and sighed.
Adeline looked up to see her father when her hunger died down. The aura that was enticing her had disappeared already. And her restlessness was also reduced to some extent.
"By the way," Dragomir then focused his attention towards Nigel and asked, "How many werewolves can fight in the war?"
"There aren't a lot of werewolves among us who have already mastered the battle techniques in their wolf form." Nigel thought for a few seconds and replied, "Maybe around two thousand of the werewolves will be able to participate in the war."
"Hmm…" Dragomir noted that number down in his paper and then glanced at Edwin. "Edwin, do you have any rough idea as to how many witches and wizards would be able to come to our aid if we were to ask for their help?"
