Sylvester Archipelago

- I'd be glad to listen to you, - Tanasij nodded, - it will also help us pass the time on the road.

-So, today, as I was heading to the arena, I accidentally overheard a very interesting conversation. - Tiberius began, making sure no one was around. -I saw Lutiel near the gangway, and a man with a dragon-shaped scar on his face. He was demanding that they return some kind of slave to him, which, according to him, that orc, the one we were waiting for on the island, had bought. It was clear that our elf didn't particularly want to argue with him, and they might have eventually come to an agreement, but then this angry woman, also from the island, approached them and started being rude to the man with the scar. He got furious, grabbed her by the throat - and his hand instantly froze. She kicked him away with her foot, and he fell to the ground, writhing in pain, while his guards tried to lift him up. Then he started making threats, saying that he would kill all of them, that we would all be dead. And this dragon clan, it seems, is the most dangerous of all the local ones. So, we should be careful. - Tiberius finished. -That cold-blooded woman might be fine, but I personally don't think I'll be able to sleep peacefully tonight.