The rain was annoying, but at least it was fading. In the long minutes she had spent waiting underneath the overhang of the cave mouth, the rainfall had died down to a soft drizzle.
Vica hadn't known whether to stand in the open or to lie in wait. The first ran the obvious risks of being promptly attacked and subsequently eviscerated, after which she would die a useless death. And yet it might be the easiest solution if it succeeded in deterring the encroaching intruders right away. Fighting and capturing dragons was a deadly, exacting affair that required extensive preparation that Vica knew very little of - only that it involved special hexes and curses to deal with the vitality of the old magic that ran through the veins of any dragon. When it came to such perilous trials, unexpected r
