Jane approached the dragon whelp and began to chant in an unknown pidgin. The party stood bewildered as Truliso conveyed his message.
“It is hard to know whether the dragonite speaks the truth, but if what he says is true, then you must hasten him to the circle of sages in Naughright,” said Jane.
The dragon whelp uttered some more indecipherable sounds, and Jane responded by nodding and placing her hand on Truliso.
“Truliso talks of a massive rebellion of dragons. They could defect from Bamut and create a massive upheaval that could lead to war.”
“Please let’s go then, for we have to warn the sages of Naughright,” Poxig said.
“I don’t go anywhere without my mother’s approval,” said Jane. “She needs my care.”
“I’ll be alright here,” said Janis. “You must go. Even if this isn’t true, you need to be there. A dragon attack could easily wipe out the city of Marginalia.”
“The reason that the dragonite came thus far was to warn us. It could be an immanent attack,” said Tefl.
“Why would Truliso risk coming out this far for a lie?” asked Nesta.
“We can help, but we need you to come with us,” said Poxig.
“We need a dragon translator,” said Poxig, “because she is the only one that can translate the dragonite language.”
Jane Lampion agreed, and with the blessing of her mother, she set out with the part for Naughright. There they would make their way to the city gates, and hopefully gain entrance to the secretive magician’s guild. They journeyed beyond the mountain range to the Sallur river that would lead them to the crescent lake. The only way to gain entrance was by canoe. It was possible to become lost in the maze of rivulets that were etched in the stony range. Great pines were perched on the rock.
That night, they set up camp near the shoreline of the river, and they awaited nightfall. The four heroes: Tefl Broadsword, Poxig of Excelsior, Sheila Nesta, and Jane Lampion chatted with each other, talking about how to gain entrance to the guild at the crescent lake. Truliso slept soundly nearby. They munched on toasted nuts and drank river water mixed with powder in order to pass the time as the fire blazed on.
Suddenly, Poxig asked: “Why did you give up studying the dragonite clan?”
“I could no longer could trust the dragons that I was studying on the Cardia Islands. Even then, dissembling dragons were trying to hoodwink King Bamut, who would not let me into his throne room anymore. After the religious wars, he distrusted all humans. Then, one night I met Truliso. He was a young dragon who endured the scorn of his companions in order to learn English as a Second Language. He was the go-between.”
“Then, Truliso does understand English!” Poxig exclaimed.
“Yes, but he cannot speak it. But for this reason, he was elected to be the envoy for the human race,” surmised Tefl.
“He must have been chosen by the dragon king himself. Dragonites are monarchical, not democratic,” returned Jane.
The dragon whisperer Jane Lampion turned away. “There was a hideous race of dragons that rejected Bamut as king. They left for the castle of Ordeal on the floating continent,” Jane said.
“This continent doesn’t exist!” exclaimed Tefl.
“It most certainly does! It is the dragonite word for the moon. Only magician dragonites can fly there because they surround themselves with an ORB of oxygen that allows them to breathe,” Jane said.
“And so, why should we care?” asked Tefl.
“When they return, they will have mastered destructive magic that will allow them to make war on mankind. Even now, Trink-Zelfo, Estynax, and Darxon II the orc-overlord are trying to hasten their return,” she said.