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We stepped out into the hall and were met by the short figure of Cosimos. He had been hidden behind what remained of the wall. His hands were clasped behind his back and his eyes twinkled with some unspoken knowledge.
“A touching scene,” he commented as he looked from one of us to the other. “I had no idea the dragon could manifest itself with such little provocation.”
Asher tried to adjust his clothes, or what remained of them. “There are exceptions to every rule, professor.”
Cosimos drew out one of his hands and showed that Asher’s coat hung over his arm. “You appear to be in need of this.”
“Quite,” Asher agreed as he took the coat. His wings had disappeared and he slipped on the coat with only a little trouble since much of his scales still persisted. Asher looked past ou
