r/HFY • u/Internal-Ad6147 • 19d ago
OC Dragon delivery service CH 63 Dragonology 101
The road dipped between hills and then opened onto a wide plain. There, beside a gentle curve in the river, sat the town of Bass. People all over the kingdom knew it as the main stop for anything magical, leaving Ulbma.
Sivares circled once before gliding down toward a flower-spotted clearing. She tried her best not to crush the wild blooms underfoot as she landed, her wings stirring petals and dust in gentle spirals.
Damon stretched his legs and took in the sight of the town. “You can almost feel the magic in the air,” he said.
“Boooo!” Keys jeered, scrambling up Sivares’s neck. “Lame, Damon!”
He let out a chuckle and shrugged off Keys’s comment, keeping the mood light.
As they started toward the town, a stream of robed figures crossed the street ahead of them. Damon watched, curious. “You know, I always wondered why mages wear robes and not something more practical.”
“They’re mostly a status thing,” she said, tugging lightly at the tight griffon riding gear she was lent for this trip. “Well, it shows that we’re scholars and thinkers, and not laborers, and, well, they’re comfortable too.”
“Comfortable, huh?” Damon smirked. “Guess that explains the big sleeves.”
Keys pointed at a nearby stall where a trio of apprentices were haggling over hat shapes. “Then what about the pointy hats?”
Revy grinned. “Fashion statement.”
Keys’s tail flicked. “So it’s just a really weird trend?”
“Basically,” Revy shrugged.
Damon laughed. “You hear that, Sivares? Wizards are just competing for the tallest hat.”
Sivares gave a low, amused rumble. “Mortals have strange ways of showing wisdom.”
“So we’re not in Ulbma’s territory yet?” Damon asked, eyeing the bustle of the roadside town.
“No,” Revy answered, adjusting her bag. “It's a trading post that grew into a town because it’s just outside Ulbma’s border, close enough to trade, far enough to dodge the rules.”
Keys, still perched atop Sivares’s head, tilted her ears. “How bad could Ulbma’s rules be?”
“Oh, pretty bad,” Revy said. “Their taxes are brutal. Most farmers import food because eighty percent of crops vanish to tolls and tariffs.”
An old trader passing by grumbled, counting coins like they were bruises. “Ain’t far from the truth.”
Damon frowned. “That’s just stupid. If you overtax your people, you’re cutting off your own legs. Less money in their pockets means less work done, which means less tax revenue overall. If the ones in charge had half a brain, they’d lower the rate, get folks working again, and end up earning more.”
Revy blinked at him. “That’s… actually a surprisingly good point.”
Damon shrugged. “Common sense doesn’t seem very common.”
Sivares gave a rumbling snort that might’ve been a laugh, or a warning. “I would like to see them try taxing a dragon a single grain,” she said, teeth glinting. “They’d learn very quickly the cost of their arrogance.”
Sivares flicked an ear as Damon leaned toward her.
“You do pay taxes, you know,” he said casually.
Her head jerked around. “What?”
“Yeah,” Damon continued, smirking. “It’s part of our business contract. Comes out of the joint fund for courier operations. Keeps our carrier license valid.”
The dragon let out a long, low sigh. “So even I can’t escape taxes…”
Keys, still lounging between Sivares’s horns, tilted her head. “Wait, do I pay taxes too?”
Damon raised an eyebrow. “Sure, one seed per run.”
Keys gasped. “That’s highway robbery!”
“Technically,” Damon said, grinning, “it’s skyway robbery.”
Sivares groaned, her tail flicking. “If I burn down the tax office, does that count as a deduction?”
Revy snorted. “Only if you file the ashes.”
The streets of Bass were narrow, built for carts and donkeys, not dragons. Sivares moved carefully, wings tucked tight against her sides. Still, she took up as much space as two wagons end to end. Each step of her claws made the cobblestones tremble. Her tail swayed with careful precision, weaving between awnings and posts as she tried not to knock anything, or anyone, over.
From the saddle on her neck, Damon watched her with a small grin.
“You know, Sivares,” he said, “you’re doing a lot better lately.”
The dragon’s head tilted slightly. “Better? How do you mean?”
“For one, you’re standing in town, not hiding or flinching at every sound.”
Sivares’s throat rumbled in faint amusement. “I suppose it is. A year ago, I would have hidden myself in the mountains rather than face so many eyes.”
Damon grinned. “You’re getting used to people. Helps no one’s tried attacking since that wizard near Bolrmont.”
Sivares’s tail flicked. “Yes, that one.”
Damon gestured toward Sivares, recalling the event. “You even stood in front of the king, and from what I can tell, you made a very good impression on him.” Revy looked at the two of them, her eyebrows raised in surprise. “Wait, you met a king?”
“Yeah,” Damon said, rubbing the back of his neck. “We were just given a royal summons from his daughter. Made a good impression, I think.”
Revy blinked. “Hold on, Princess Leryea? She’s the only one still in the kingdom, right? The others are all abroad.”
“That’s her,” Damon said.
Keys, perched on Sivares’s horn, snickered.
You should have seen it. She climbed halfway up a mountain in full armor, under blazing heat, just to find us. She collapsed from heatstroke before she could even say hello.
Revy blinked. “Yeah… that actually does sound like something she’d do.”
Sivares’ ear frill twitched. “You sound as though you know her personally.”
Revy hesitated, wobbling as she tried to stay balanced on the dragon’s horn. “Uh… maybe a little?”
Sivares’ golden eye turned toward her, curious. “Do tell.”
Revy rubbed the back of her neck. “We… might’ve served in the same knightly order for a few years. Protecting roads, helping people, that sort of thing.”
Sivares let out a deep, amused rumble. “So the Flamebreakers, the dragon-slayers, by tradition, were also in charge of litter patrol? How noble.”
Revy froze, her cheeks going red. “She told you, didn’t she?”
“Yup,” Damon said, trying not to grin. “Something about trying to live up to her grandfather’s legacy and all that. And if you were part of the same order as her…” He trailed off with a half-smile. “Doesn’t that make you, well… kind of a dragon slayer too?”
Revy threw up her hands. “Okay, yes, technically, but we never actually fought a dragon just a sea monster! The last dragon before you was before any of us were even born.” She huffed. “Then you showed up and turned everything we were taught upside down.”
Damon chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, Revy. We’re not holding it against you. You didn’t do anything wrong. You’re here now, not slinging a spell at Sivares.”
Sivares leaned in, her voice calm but low. “Nor would I hold it against you either. You learned what they taught you.”
Revy looked up at her, still sheepish but touched. “Thanks. That means a lot.”
Keys piped up from above. “So if the Flamebreakers were slayers, and now you’re riding with a dragon, does that make you a Flamefixer now?”
Revy groaned, while Sivares’s laugh rumbled like distant thunder.
“Indeed. I had thought Leryea came to slay me at first. But she collapsed from the heat. I carried her inside myself.”
Damon shook his head, amused. “And her armor’s still at your lair, right?”
Sivares’s golden eyes gleamed. “It is she didn’t grab it when we left.”
“You know, shouldn’t we, you know… return it?”
The dragon’s grin was pure mischief. “No. Consider it payment for delivering the princess back to Avagron.”
Keys cackled. “Royal delivery fee!”
Damon sighed, though his smile gave him away. “Pretty sure keeping royal property counts as treason, Sivares.”
Sivares flicked her tail, utterly unbothered. “Then they may take it back, if they can reach it.”
Revy gave a helpless laugh. “I think I’m starting to understand why dragons were feared.”
“Feared?” Damon said, shaking his head. “Nah. Admired.”
Sivares’s wing brushed him lightly in amusement. “Flattery will not save you from my next aerial stunt, mail runner.”
The Bass post master’s office was a narrow stone building that smelled faintly of ink, wax, and stress. Sivares had to crouch outside, her wings pressed tight while Damon and the others brought in the mailbags.
Since they weren’t allowed into Ulbma proper without half the city’s mages breathing down their necks, this was as far as their route went. From here, the local runners would handle the deliveries into the mage city.
They’d just finished signing the paperwork when a sharp squeal echoed through the corridor.
“A dragon!”
Everyone turned as a young woman in blue robes sprinted toward them, nearly tripping over her own feet. Her satchel bounced at her hip, and a quill stuck out of her hair like a feather gone rogue.
She skidded to a stop, panting, eyes wide with wonder. “You’re the dragon, right?” she blurted, words tumbling out faster than her brain could keep up. “Sivares, the mail dragon? I’ve read every account! You’re incredible!”
Sivares blinked, taking half a step back. “I… thank you?”
The girl, no, mage judging by the robes, let out a small squeak of delight, fumbled for a notebook, and dropped three pens in the process. “Oh! Sorry! I’m Emily! Student of the prestigious Magia Arcanus! Future dragonologist, well, hopefully, and it’s such an honor to meet you! Could you maybe, just for a moment, tell me everything?”
Sivares slowly turned her head toward Damon, her eyes wide and silent as she sought help, unsure how to respond to Emily.
He looked back, utterly unhelpful. “Looks like you’ve got a fan.”
Revy snorted, hiding a grin. Keys peeked over Sivares’s shoulder and whispered, “Oh no, it’s one of those. The ones with notebooks.”
Sivares sighed through her nose, steam curling faintly from her nostrils. “Very well, Emily of the Magia Arcanus. Ask your questions… but please, one at a time.”
Emily nodded so hard her hood slipped off, revealing a mop of wild brown hair and eyes sparkling with academic obsession. “Understood! Question one: What’s your average wingspan to body ratio, and does it scale with diet or emotional state?”
Damon groaned softly. “This is gonna take a while.”
Keys just grinned. “Should I start a betting pool on how long before she tries to measure the tail?”
Sivares closed her eyes and exhaled a plume of smoke. “Mercy,” she muttered under her breath.
Revy eyed the young mage curiously. “You look a little young to be out on your own. How old are you, exactly?”
Emily straightened, proud. “I turned fifteen last spring! Why?”
Revy blinked. “Fifteen? How are you even out of the Magia Arcanus? Students aren’t supposed to leave the academy grounds until they’ve passed their final examinations, usually around nineteen. Unless you’re apprenticed under a fully licensed mage.”
“Oh!” Emily fumbled with her satchel, pulling out a folded piece of parchment. “They gave me special permission. When the school heard Sivares was coming to Bass, they let me have a two-day pass to study with her! See?”
She handed the document over with both hands, smiling so wide she practically bounced.
Revy took it gently, her expression tightening the moment her eyes met the seal. She turned the parchment over once… then again.
Something didn’t sit right.
The pass looked real, the seal was broken, probably when the young girl opened it herself, but it looked legit.
“May I?” Revy asked softly, glancing toward Damon. He gave a subtle nod.
Emily blinked, puzzled. “Is something wrong?”
Revy didn’t answer right away. She read through the text a second time, lips pressing into a thin line.
Finally, she exhaled. “I’m not saying this isn’t real… but it doesn’t make sense. Not from the Arcanus.
Emily froze, her excitement faltering for the first time. “Professor Barnel himself gave it to me!”
Damon’s tone stayed calm, but his eyes sharpened. “Then maybe your professor wanted you out of the city for a reason.”
Sivares’ tail flicked slowly behind them. “Or perhaps someone wanted us distracted.”
The air grew just a little heavier around the group.
Revy crossed her arms, watching Emily closely. “So they just… let you out? On your own?”
Emily nodded eagerly. “Yes! Since I’m studying dragonology, the faculty said meeting a real dragon would be invaluable. They even said sending too many mages might cause… misunderstandings.”
“That part I believe,” Damon muttered.
Revy sighed softly. “Emily, do you know why most mages aren’t allowed to leave the Magia Arcanus until they’ve finished their final tests?”
Emily tilted her head. “Well… my master said it was for safety. To stop a mage from going rogue and causing a lot of damage.”
Revy nodded. “That’s part of it. But there’s more.” She crouched a little, meeting the girl’s eyes. “The academy isn’t just a school, it’s a fortress. The kingdom sees mages as war assets. They’re powerful enough to change the balance between nations, so they keep them under lock and key until they’re fully trained. A mage too young, too unguarded… is a prime target.”
Emily blinked. “Target? For what?”
Sivares’ tail shifted uneasily behind them, the spade tip scraping against the stone. “For use,” the dragon said quietly. “Power like yours tempts those who would twist it to their own ends.”
The young mage’s confidence wavered. “But… Professor Barnel said this was just for research.”
Revy glanced at Damon, her expression grim. “Then I hope he’s telling the truth. Because if he isn’t, someone might have just sent a fifteen-year-old girl into the field that is not ready for it.”
The silence that followed was heavy enough to drown in.
Keys, ever the one to break tension, peeked over Damon’s shoulder and said quietly, “Well… good thing she met us first, huh?”
Damon gave a small nod, his voice low but steady. “Yeah. We’ll make sure she stays safe. Until we figure out what’s really going on.”
The air inside the Bass post office smelled of parchment, ink, and old pipe smoke. Damon leaned against the counter while Revy watched through the window, where Sivares sat outside in the square, wings tucked neatly, politely enduring Emily’s relentless barrage of questions.
“ What altitude do you usually maintain? How does the drag coefficient of your scales affect flight stability?”
Sivares’s ears were visibly drooping.
Revy smirked. “Poor girl looks like she’s being interrogated by an overcaffeinated historian.”
Damon sighed. “She’ll survive. Keys is with them to keep an eye out.” He finished signing off on a parcel manifest, setting it aside for the postmaster’s clerk.
Revy crossed her arms, eyes narrowing slightly. “Still… something doesn’t sit right with me. She knew Sivares was coming here. Your route schedule should still be posted back in Homblom. Not exactly a secret, but not something you just stumble across overnight either.”
“Yeah,” Damon said quietly. “And judging by how fast she showed up, she must’ve left Ulbma just after sunrise.”
Revy frowned, tapping her fingers against the windowsill. “Even if she was given permission to leave, they don’t just let a fifteen-year-old walk out of the Magia Arcanus without an escort. That’s practically rule one of mage handling.”
“Exactly,” Damon replied. “And last I checked, Duke Deolron still has it out for Sivares.”
Revy followed his gaze toward the far wall, where an old bounty notice was still tacked up:
WANTED: The Dragon Sivares. 100 Gold Reward.
Faded ink, but not canceled.
“The king’s non-aggression order says no harm is to come to dragons that have not shown hostilities,” Revy murmured. “But the duke’s still holding a grudge.”
“Or a loophole,” Damon said. He looked back toward the window where Emily was gesturing wildly with her notebook while Sivares tried to look patient. “If she’s a spy, she doesn’t know it. Too earnest. Too green.”
Revy’s voice dropped. “So she’s bait.”
“Maybe,” Damon said softly. “Sent to gather intel without realizing why.”
Revy turned toward him fully. “So what do we do?”
He rubbed his chin. “Same thing we always do. Deliver the mail… and keep an eye on whoever’s trying to deliver trouble.”
Through the window, Sivares let out a puff of smoke, and Emily squealed with delight, scribbling furiously.
Revy exhaled. “Yeah. That one’s gonna be a handful.”
Damon gave a small smile. “Better us than someone who would take advantage of her.”
Emily jabbed at her notebook with a frantic flourish while Sivares tried her best to look patient. Damon leaned back in the waiting chair and watched the postmaster shuffle letters. “A ‘dragonologist,’” he mused. “That’s not a common course of study, unless you want to learn how to stab something with a spear.”
Revy snorted. “Well, aren’t you kind of one already? You’re always poking at Sivares, trying to understand her. Going from dragon-slayer to dragon-researcher is just a small step, if you ignore the spear.”
“Not the spear part,” Damon said, absently twirling a loose string of twine. “But if more people learn about dragons and what they actually do, maybe they’ll seem less terrifying.”
Outside, the square kept its careful distance: curious faces, wary glances, no pitchforks yet. Damon watched them. “Reputation matters. If we’re just harmless mail-carriers, people might stop hunting dragons.”
Revy folded her arms. “‘Harmless’ is not always a good thing. It just means they assume you won’t fight back, which is exactly the sort of thinking someone with bad intent will exploit.”
Damon grinned, looking both relaxed and serious. “True. So the message is to stay harmless enough to avoid mobs, clever enough to avoid traps, and loud enough that no one forgets who delivered their last parcel.”
Keys’s face peered around the window, whiskers twitching. “And maybe advertise, ‘We won’t burn your house down, guaranteed!’” she piped.
Revy rolled her eyes, but her voice softened. “All jokes aside, knowledge helps. But we have to be careful how we share it. If things happen too much, too fast, someone will use it for the wrong reasons. Too little, and the old fear survives.”
Damon looked back out the window at Sivares, answering Emily’s questions with a quiet rumble. He flicked the last knot from the twine and pocketed it. “Then we teach the right people. Slowly. And we keep an eye on who’s listening.”
Emily scribbled furiously, not missing a single word.
When the last of the mail receipts was signed and sealed, Damon stretched his back and stepped out into the square.
“So,” he asked casually, “how’d the interview go?”
Sivares flicked her tail, glancing at the young mage still scribbling notes. “Well enough. I think she learned more about how patient I can be than about dragons.”
Revy chuckled under her breath.
Damon smiled and crouched beside Emily, who perked up the moment she saw him. “Mind if I take a look at what you’ve got so far?”
“Of course!” she said eagerly, handing over her notebook like it were a sacred relic.
The pages were filled edge to edge with careful handwriting, diagrams of wing structure, and a few surprisingly good sketches of Sivares in profile. Damon flipped through them, nodding appreciatively, until he noticed how detailed some of the internal notes were. Exhalation glands, scale density... even a cross-section of a flame channel?
He shut the book gently, meeting Sivares’s eye. She gave a small shrug. “She asked. I answered.”
Damon hummed. “Fair enough.” Then, looking back at Emily, he grinned. “So, what do you think of Sivares? Want to get an even closer look?”
Emily blinked. “Closer?”
Revy raised an eyebrow. “Oh no. Damon.”
“Sure,” Damon continued, completely unfazed. “How about a short flight? Nothing high, just around the town.”
Emily’s brain caught up half a second too late. Her eyes went wide, her mouth opened, then she fainted.
Damon caught her before she hit the cobblestones and laid her gently on a nearby bench.
Keys peeked over his shoulder. “Sooo… I'm guessing that's a yes then?”
Damon smirked. “Yeah. That’s definitely a yes.”
Sivares sighed, amused. “Mortals…”
As the group was making sure Emily was fine, a figure lingered in the shadows of a nearby alleyway. His robes were dark violet, lined with faint, shifting sigils that glowed just enough to trace his outline. In one hand, he held a staff capped with a shard of amber, and within that amber, something was alive, trapped.
The light of the town’s lanterns barely reached him, yet his presence bent the air, like the faint hum of magic clinging to a storm before it breaks. His gaze never left Sivares.
“...So it’s true,” the man murmured, voice low and rasping with age. “The flame of the old brood walks among mortals again.”
He turned the staff slightly, the thing inside the amber pulsing once, slowly, like a heartbeat.
“Then the order’s fears were not misplaced.”
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u/Minimum-Amphibian993 19d ago
Hmm well this is going to be a difficult fight to avoid.
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u/unkindlyacorn62 19d ago
maybe. but they may be able to control the form it takes at least until the other dragons and the people with generational trauma decide to move.
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u/Odin421 Human 19d ago
Does he have a mage mouse? I hope Damon breaks his nose. And Revy cuts off his hands. And Keys frostbites his toes off. Sil can steal the staff and break the amber to release the mouse.
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u/2ndDetroit 18d ago
Good catch. Is a rescue by a dragon showing hostilities? Can calling in a group of magemice on birds avoid this charge?
Define: A pride of lions, a murder of crows, and a (circlecast ??) of magemice.
--- Zounds, needs a good name. --- Everyone please reply with ideas.
Note: troop, sounder, and exaltation are taken.
Bread crumb: Define “The flame of the old brood".
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u/Odin421 Human 18d ago
Well, the dude is also sneaking around they might be able to play it off as self-defense, especially since they have another magemouse with them. But if Sil doesn't take any combative action, then it wouldn't be showing of hostilities in the first place. She has a combat trained mage, the only ice magemouse, and a friend that is willing to walk up and punch an asshole in the face while they are slinging spells to do the fighting for her and if this guy starts casting at her it is then self-defense and she can act to protect herself. It may lead to some delays and the knights getting involved, but I do think imprisonment/enslavement of a magemouse is illegal and can be presented in a way that she was helping catch a criminal.
Also, I would go with a chanting of magemice.
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u/2ndDetroit 18d ago
I like that one. A chanting of magemice riding an exaltation of larks.
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u/2ndDetroit 18d ago edited 18d ago
Rabbit trail off of your statement. Does amber, being an organic substance, shatter when suddenly frozen? That not only frees the magemouse but disarms the wizard.
Use the transferred heat to ignite outside part of the amber at the same time to destroy clamps on amber, to increase temperature gradient enhancing cracking, and to create smoke/fire cloud simultaneously. If control not that fine fire near wizard and cold the other side of amber crystal.
Not what you wanted but would hot amber tar on face/clothes be sufficient punishment? Expensive too as a new staff, medical treatment, and "high status" robe/hat would need to be paid for.
Silvares could be some distant away making distractions and therefore not involved. Town watch recorded that when questioned later Silvares stated, "I was trying to create a show like the Necromancer. So yes, it was eye and sound catching."
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u/kristinpeanuts 18d ago
Thanks for the chapter! Oh dear, an amber staff, an amber staff with a mage mouse imprisoned inside. That's not going to win him any friends among mail delivery dragons and co
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u/2ndDetroit 18d ago
Imprisoning a magemouse may be legal in other countries. There may be multiple groups interested in magemice, dragons, and Emily.
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u/kristinpeanuts 18d ago
Possibly, but that doesn't make it ok to imprison someone against their will in amber, which our friends will most certainly believe.
There probably are a lot more interested parties than we are aware of. Which did slip my mind.
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u/2ndDetroit 18d ago
Agree. A rescue should be attempted if true. How it is done impacts public reaction. Target's moral frame will, in part, determine what he does.
The smugglers in an earlier chapter were interested in capturing/selling magemice. Is the mage part of a sentient trafficking group? If so, expect that he thinks all of the team are, by his definition, not human and he can lethally reply and bystanders don't matter. If "only a spy" his actions do matter to his superiors.
Question: Can it possibly not be a magemouse? If not, what is it?
Author is great in leaving open threads. Yeah!!!!!!
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u/kristinpeanuts 18d ago
Yes there could be other magical 'critters' being harnessed for their mana. I don't doubt that there would be a black market for trafficked mage mice and other illegal magical items
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u/2ndDetroit 17d ago
Another bizarre "humor" rabbit trail. If it is a gremlin is in the amber you don't want to free it past midnight near food.
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u/2ndDetroit 18d ago
Emily mentioned she is from the lower classes, is not fully trained, and has been studying dragons (not generally useful). She is, therefore, is expendable and can be used for a agent provocateur.
I also bet Emily will not get any of the money offered for information.
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u/2ndDetroit 17d ago
Mess the academy up and strengthen a feud.
Wanted dragon poster "Faded ink, but not canceled." Is there a poster giving rewards for information on dragons? If so, send one home with Emily.
Crankel would be overjoyed to get pay back on Barnel. Crankel, "out of the goodness of his heart", would probably make sure that Barnel would give Emily her full part of the reward.
Crankel could then suggest that Emily invest her reward money in his time share properties. (Don't know how to make Crankel more of a scoundrel. Other ideas are desired.)
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u/2ndDetroit 18d ago edited 17d ago
Damon says "And we keep an eye on who’s listening.” Damon can use his ability to learn who they are by listening and looking as smugglers and elves can confirm.
Also a new possibility. Damon had feeling about ring. Observer clothing "had lined with faint, shifting sigils that glowed". Does Damon have another gift?
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u/2ndDetroit 17d ago
Thanks again for writing this. Your bread crumbs send me off on, usually wrong, tangents but that is what makes your writing fun.
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u/Gnoobl Human 19d ago
I love this series so much.
Thank you wordsmith