-We'll find you anyway, you freak! -he shouted at full volume.-You can't hide from us! -he added and, flapping his wings furiously, took to the air. The others looked at each other and followed him.
Bleist watched them fly away disapprovingly and thought with sympathy what the black dragon must have been going through as he fled from them. He already knew why he was frightened and why he had disappeared so quickly. He shook his head and looked at his pocket watch. It was already approaching eight o'clock so he turned back and, taking the shortest route, set off towards the Embassy. He had a little over an hour until dinner in the company of his friend, and he was not in too much of a hurry, knowing that he would certainly make it in time. His thoughts were once again roaming freely pulling up some old memories and soaking up the atmosphere of Dagos.
Bleist entered a large study in the Embassy building. The room was rather large, and the huge windows opening onto the garden and the fireplace with its cheerfully crackling fire further enlarged it visually. The room was rather sparsely furnished. In the centre stood a mahogany table with carved scenes from dragon mythology, which had been a gift from the Dragon Council to the first Atlantean Ambassador who had taken up residence in this very villa. The table was surrounded by comfortable chairs with embroidered upholstery. Against the walls between the windows stood tall bookcases piled from top to bottom with heavy volumes in dark bindings.
Othis leaned against the ledge of the fireplace thoughtfully gazing into the flames. He had been a busy man lately and did not often find time for private meetings or relaxation. Even though he had only just taken office, he already felt tired of the political life of Dagos. Its intricacies and mysteries that had to be discovered on his own. He had always been told that he was a born politician, but the current situation showed, at least according to him, that he still lacked a lot.
