Chapter Seventeen

The old dwarf peers at us through hooded eyes. Chugging the glass of milk in his hand he sets it down on the throne room table. The elder glances over each of us before his eyes land on me. Placing a fist over my heart I bow to him.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Sir Fimrouck. I am Chieftain Eleonora of the Perilous Horde and this is my mate Flavius. Behind me are my warriors Soren and Dovydas," I introduce.

Fimrouck nods wordlessly still glancing us over.

"It has been many years since I have been in the presence of dragons. It is an honor to make blades for the Perilous Horde once again," he says.

My brows furrow in confusion. He has worked with my horde before?

"I apologize Fimrouck but I cannot seem to recall if we have met before," I say.

Fimrouck laughs the sound echoing throughout the room. He steps forward catching my gaze.

"We have not met before it was your hordes pervious Chieftain Lochness I worked with. The Perilous Horde was still quite y