Grey told Sir Astarot what he had come for. He wanted to bring Eisendrache to the Dragon Mountains for training.
"That is no issue," Sir Astarot replied without hesitation. "He is a Dragon. He is welcome in the Dragon Mountains."
Grey had not expected such a quick acceptance. He paused for a moment, then inclined his head. "Thank you."
"It is nothing." Sir Astarot's tone shifted, becoming more serious. "Now that the favor is settled, we should move to the matter at hand."
The silver Thunderbird spoke first, her voice still elegant and measured. Her pale eyes remained fixed on Grey. "If the boy's method is truly as you described, then launching an attack now would be the best course."
The blue Thunderbird, still visibly irritated, forced himself to speak. "She is right. As long as the Gnomes cannot use their puppets, our forces can crush them."
