Chapter Forty-One

Murdok watched Rori fidget with her hands and struggled not to smile as he thought about how much she looked like a small flame sitting alone in the dark, waiting for the warmth of a blazing inferno. Arthur sat back in his chair and tried not to notice his wife’s sudden nervous energy, “my friend we are honored you would invite us to your mountain to share a meal, it is not often we visit your estate, and we should really consider doing these things more often,” Arthur watched Murdok snort in amusement but the powerful dragons attention never left the woman at his side. Calder misted into the room and instantly to his master's side, “shall we serve now, great one?” Murdok glared at Calder and noted that the spectrul did not seem in the slightest bit apologetic for the gaudy display. As Murdok started to nod his head, he spotted an empty chair and a lack of orange energy at