in the bleak midwinter
(As this is a plot-approved thread, the dragon rolling will be done slightly differently. Do not take this as precedent!)
It takes almost no time at all for the skyboat to sail over the Cordillera mountain range. The captain held his tongue at every juncture where he might have otherwise suggested turning back. With Cian on board, he knew there would be no use.
When the boat finally landed, the Eye was quick to bark orders that the crates were to be unloaded first. Already the calls of dragons could be heard overhead, and Cian was ready to remind the crew that if they wanted to leave with their lives, they would hurry. Opening first the crate with a heavily sedated
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