"Wow," Bruto murmured softly, "I think some of us might get along with Lord Wu'an..."
"That means our trick of transforming into Succubi won't work there," Lancelot shrugged. "We need to think of another way to sneak in... What's with the White Dragon guarding the Glacial Fortress like a watchdog? Doesn't it have its own lair?"
"That is Svafnir, an ancient White Dragon, who escaped to the Iron Ice Plains from the Gate of Stroddet centuries ago. This proud and vicious beast considers Kostcheqi the only remarkable entity in that realm and thus voluntarily became the mount of the Prince of Wrath," Tijana explained as she took a scroll bundle from her Dimensional Bag and spread it open on the table. "Here is the Glacial Fortress we saw in the illusion, and the White Dragon's lair is actually hidden in the mountains five hundred miles south of the fortress."