Trace jumped out of her tree, dashing towards the mansion at top speeds. She activated her suit, grunting as the needles broke into her skin. Hopefully this wouldn't be as quick and easy as the last two missions.
"Just because I was put in charge, it doesn't mean that I know exactly what to do all the time or how to do it. That's why we're a team, not mishmash of loosely related entities following me blindly."
"I am unsure."
"What would you have us do, lord?" Phaedrus asked.
"Move to Tast. We are bringing other dragons there as we speak."
"But... my children..."
"What of them?"
"They still have to grow their wings. They're in no shape to travel."
"The Ironclads will never cease reaping a land for its stones and metals. This mountain range and Pinton are the only two safe places left for dragons and kippies."
"Can't. I'm looking at them, but I'm not seeing anything." He squinted his eyes shut, rubbing his fingers across the bridge of his nose. "Goodness... Jek..."