need much prompting to start guessing that he wasn’t human. ‘Especially since Gizel said that with her skills, there’s not much you can hide from her. The Master only added that sethi Gar’quette is the Court Master.’
‘What is someone with such skills doing as an instructor at Solvein?’ Forth almost jumped out of his seat. ‘How many Court Masters do we have in the kingdom? Four?’
‘Five, I think,’ Ari muttered thoughtfully. The elf frowned deeply, thinking intensely about something. ‘There are different opinions about Jovan Tryblec. If he hasn't reached that level yet, he's on the verge of the Master of Combat level.’
‘In Dagos, there was open talk of nine Court Masters, but it's hard to say how many are hiding in the mercenary wings,’ the dragon said almost unconsciously.
‘That's as many as our archmages,’ the vampire relaxed a little, but his face still betrayed his thoughtfulness.
‘Can you be quiet? My head is splitting.’ The lycanthrope stirred on the sand of the arena.
‘Kei!’ Ari and Forth jumped up simultaneously and ran to the animorph.
‘How are you feeling?’ Vi asked first.
‘Bad,’ the shapeshifter muttered indistinctly. ‘Something's blowing my skull apart. Uh...’
‘Did you hit your head?’ The elf tried to examine the lycanthrope, but he only hissed, turning his face away from the light. ‘Something wrong?’ The long-eared creature's frightened gaze rested on the dragon, who was slowly getting up from his place.
Draco would have liked to sit a little longer, but it seemed that the situation did not allow it in the slightest. He dragged himself off the floor and slowly approached the others.
‘Not really,’ he finally muttered, looking Ari in the eye. ‘But I advise you not to say it too loudly, because Kei will go crazy.’ He put his finger to his lips. ‘I had something similar after my first full transformation. It’s hard to get used to how suddenly the world is perceived differently, and then you return to everyday life. My aunt said at the time that it was worse than even the most terrible hangover.
