The patriarch of the Fire Dragons was lean, but his every movement exuded strength. He moved with such grace that his steps produced no sound on the gold-veined marble floor and seemed to glide rather than walk.
"I assume Ruler Menadion has removed the Wight's imprint since Kalla is not with you, Lith. Please, allow the use of the Eyes to all those present." Erghak said.
"This is your research team? Isn't it small?" Lith counted 34 Dragons sitting around the table.
It wasn't a small number, but it was negligible compared to the size of the Brood.
"True, but there are only so many geniuses in my clan and even fewer that I trust with such a powerful artifact." The patriarch nodded in agreement. "I can't risk drama queens wasting our limited time arguing or hogging the Eyes for their pet projects.
"Those I've assembled here possess the mad spark of genius but also enough common sense not to let the opportunity to use the Eyes and Ears together slip from their fingers."
