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girl that should have died from plummeting to her death hours ago. Now it looked like she had survived against the odds once more.
    “I am not your servant, Malaketh. Remember that I was sent by our masters to ensure that you fulfilled your duties here.”
    “Fine, but they are still your beasts. I can’t communicate with the damnable things. You are the beasts’ master, not I,” the dragon mage stated with a wave of his hand. The two men had been butting heads for years and unfortunately Toban was his main contact with Ensolus. The home of the emperor only heard what Toban conveyed to them, so Malaketh had to treat the man well enough or be stranded amongst the dragons and gargoyles for the rest of his life. That is if they didn’t decide to reveal the truth about the spy and get him killed instead.
    Cutting the palm of his hand, the warlock known as Toban used the strength in his blood to draw a rectangle in the air. His magic left the trail of red visibly floating to create the doorway which lit as he finished drawing the shape before him. Toban stepped through the doorway disappearing from the tower.
    Malaketh turned to look over the rail and watched as the glowing portal created a duplicate less than a hundred feet from the beasts below. The warlock cast another spell and the mage could see even from the heights that one of the werecats changed shape lifting from all fours to stand like a man or orc.
    The two had words and Malaketh wished that he could be there to here this excuse for himself, but portal magic was rarely within a solo warlock’s ability. Toban was strong and that wasn’t the only magic he could use because of his massive power. A new portal opened while the first remained in effect, a feat that required strength beyond what Malaketh could hope to attain.
    Moments later, the werebeasts were gone through the second gate, while Toban stepped through the first and returned to the spire balcony.
    “Well?” the mage asked curiously.
    “By the description, I would say the dragoness was saved by a pack of crag dogs and a mar’goyn’lya. The last of who saved the girl from the pack leader. They were outnumbered and outmatched with the gargoyle joining the fray.”
    “Did they describe the gargoyle as male or female?” Malaketh asked having an idea of the interloper.
    “A large male, though aren’t they all pretty much the same?”
    “If he used magic to save her, then not all. That must have been Kel’lor; though what he was doing out there this late I have no idea. So her brother protector helped save her too? He might get her to return before we are ready.”
    A third man standing in the doorway stated quietly, “They won’t believe her. The old dragon won’t back up her story and you are her teacher. Her word will mean nothing.”
    “I am still the outsider here, Delever. Master of their magic or not, the girl might convince a few of her dragon friends to believe her. I have worked too long, and lived with these creatures beyond human tolerance, to have a baby dragon in human skin ruin the plan,” Malaketh replied angrily. “Can you bring something more useful than a mangy bunch of dogs and cats to make sure that she can’t give us away?”
    “In time,” the warlock replied. “I need to replenish my energy for the spells required. Tomorrow night I will call them and bring better hunters than the pack. She won’t escape again.”
    “But tomorrow might be too late,” the dragon mage replied worriedly.
    “They ran away from the city. She is unsure that she can sway anyone to believe her or she would have tried to run back to Mar’kal. For all your worrying that the che’ther might believe her, I think she doubts that they will. Tomorrow will still be soon enough to kill her. Do not worry about her beyond that.”
    Frowning, Malaketh replied, “She is strong enough that if we wait too long, her magic will return and make it that much harder to kill her. My spell won’t disrupt