Pawns

The black dragon disappeared from the sky, and Yavan landed in the middle of the road in his human form. He looked up at the building where Vera was. Or where Neven was; they weren't sure which one of them he was targeting.

He stood there, hands in his pockets, observing the place as if he was watching a show.

«I can help,» he said. Nothing more.

He knew it wasn't enough to convince Vera, but he could also feel the dangers around them. Nothing that Daughter of Morana couldn't fight. But she would be tired, sooner or later. Then, he would have offered all the power she needed. All the help he was capable of.

He could stop that situation with his presence alone: which dark creature would dare approach, with him around? But there was that dragon, annoyingly close to the woman he had chosen. The same dragon who had caused the seal to be broken, even though indirectly and, as such, a weakness.