The moment they crossed the threshold of the gates, the noise of the camp outside faded, replaced by the muffled hum of the city within. The air felt heavier here, thick with expectation of what Fay and Mirage would decide for the refugees beyond the walls.
By now, both groups had already seen the boy and were beginning to gather, waiting to see what choices would be made next.
Elaruîn gestured toward the inner road. "It seems you are more important here than I thought. No one seems willing to speak to your dragon, though she still manages to turn every head as she passes."
Mirage only shrugged. "I don't need their trust or their adoration. I just need them to make me money."
Nahrin, still walking despite his injuries, kept pace with them. They did not go far, for a large tent had been set near the wall so their discussions could begin without needing to head into the palace.
