8
Our small group, two Maidens and three dragon warriors, walked along the beach road to an old stone house close to the start of the southern cliffs. Dreail sat outside on an overturned barrel and stared down at his hands. One hand held a piece of wood while the other gripped a knife. His knife-hand moved swiftly across the wood and whittled the piece into a long, round shape.
He looked up at our coming and stood before he inclined his head. “An honor it is to have the company of two lords here at my old home.”
Cayden and Xander both bowed their heads. “The honor is ours,” Xander replied as he glanced down at Dreail’s hand that held the wood. “A lure?”
Dreail grinned and nodded. “Aye. A big fish stole one of my best ones, and I’ll be damned if I’ll work without another.”
Cayd
