He followed him to the kitchen table, jumped up and then stared at him, his little red eyes narrowed. “What has happened, master?” he asked with obvious concern. “You look worried.” “Am I that obvious?” Simon responded wearily. “Perhaps only to me, master. What is the problem?” “I talked to Daniel after speaking with Clara. I thought maybe the elves would know something about demons. After all, they are the oldest of the races.” The little guy nodded in approval. “An excellent idea, master. And what did you learn?” Simon told the elemental what his friend had relayed to him about the dragons. As usual, Kronk listened attentively without interrupting. “That is interesting, master,” the little guy said. “That would explain why my people have never dealt with demons. They are, after all, only stories.” “Apparently. But these altered dragons are quite real. And I'm not really sure what can be done to stop them.” “Have you tried contacting the dwarf, Shandon Ironhand, directly?
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