Chapter 12

He turned his head enough to see Aron, who looked at him and winked. ::Good morning. Did you sleep well?::

::I guess. I don’t remember much after I joined you. Still, I’m wide-awake now and ready for anything. Well, almost anything.::

As if it had been waiting outside the door and gave them just enough time to get up, dress, and make themselves presentable, another larger and darker Shag soon entered.

::Come, Great Ones. It is time to meet again with the council and learn how you are to aid us. The dragons stir, soon to demand further tribute.::

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Back in the big hall where they’d first met the Shag leaders, Clay and Aron were led to seats at the table. A very large Shag, perhaps the president, prime minister or whatever they called their executive officer, bowed its head to them in a regal nod. This time, it spoke aloud, which strangely Clay found he could now understand. Perhaps the food and drink we consumed rewired the ear-to-brain connection to make this possible