Chapter 8“Calar of Tiadun,” the treasurer announced.
Iola crossed her arms over her chest. “Did the Aralel approve this?”
The treasurer shrugged. “The Aralel is busy, and surely you must take offering from Tiada’s realm.”
The treasurer was either unaware of or indifferent to the fact that Tiada had been sent to the deepest stream by a Cerean mining expedition that Calar himself had led into the dragons’ hills. No one much probably talked about it outside of the inner circles of those who knew the dragons, those few who could see the winged ones. The treasurer priestess might not have ever seen a dragon herself, outside of festival times, so the fact that Iola could no longer see Tiada would mean very little to her, if anything.
“Tell him to come back if he succeeds at this tribunal,” I
