The three of them spent a long time holding each other and just watching rain fall on the still-burning remains of their home. I gathered that Boe had rescued two siblings and that the old woman was their grandmother whom they lived with. The siblings tended to the old woman. All of them had thanked us profusely, or I was mostly sure that was what they were doing. They didn’t speak Lævenish like most people of the Realm, and were instead speaking in some dialect of Marshtongue. We couldn’t understand each other’s words, but we used gestures to communicate as best we could manage. The children spread their arms out around them, emulating dragon wings, and then they indicated how they tried to scatter into the swamplands but that strange people, apparently, had stopped them and tied them and placed them in the huts. Dragons and humans working together? It seemed we were truly living in a new world, a world where all the old rules no longer applied. Boe, Warley, and I compared wounds and decided that we were in good enough shape to chase after Bayrd, Gable, and the dragon.
