Although Irason had not completed her mission, the scholar did not punish her as he had said he would. The Green Dragon Priest possessed her unique traits; her innocence had not faded with the end of the era. Her childlike purity had the charm to unite people around her. This vitality was what the Dragon Priests Council needed now, for these elders, who had been around since the last era, were already quite old.
"My tribe, the Ancient Human Clans..." The noise of playful scuffling faded away as the Black Dragon Priest Ohmhead, holding the lower half of his staff, slowly introduced the Kin Clan he once guided. "My tribe has undergone changes. In the fifty years of my betrayal, the number of our people has sharply decreased due to famine and the invasion of beasts. Now, the population has dwindled to less than a hundred wanderers. They were driven out of Sahazaan, moving towards extinction step by step in the desert..."
Mr. Scholar's eyes widened, "My elder brother..."
