Bleist once again started pacing around the office looking towards the door every now and then. Everyone knew he was terribly nervous, for neither Othis nor Gizel were sure whether all their efforts would bear the fruit they hoped for, or whether everything would backfire and it would turn out that the Council had changed its decision at the last minute and would be unwilling to agree to declare Draco no longer subject to their authority and legally an Atlantean. All it would take would be some fierce objection from someone significant, or someone who thought of any benefit to keeping the boy in Dagos. Anything could have happened, and they were no longer in control of anything. Of course, each of them was quietly putting together a plan on how to possibly proceed if something went wrong as they wished, but no one wanted to say it out loud. One solution came to everyone's mind - bring in a regiment of the Royal Guard and once again make a proposal to the Dragon Council.
-Stop walking around like that, you're making me nervous.- Said Gizel calmly.- You know them, it will be quite a long time before they decide and settle anything.
-What do we do if they don't agree?- Bleist combed his hair with his hand and plopped down in the chair between the elven lady and his friend. There were still a few insiders in the study, listening to their discussion.-Or if he doesn't want anything to do with us, if he decides he wants to graduate from the local Academy and then join their army, for example?
-Don't worry about the future,- muttered a somewhat gloomy Othis.-You can't predict the future so be patient.
-Easy for you to say.- Darius shook his head and poked his gaze into the front door.-You're not the one who got the instructions with the note I believe you will do whatever is necessary...-He sighed heavily and rubbed his temples.-I don't want everything to go downhill now.
-Really stop winding yourself up.- Gizel put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed
