one to talk to him.- Said Othis calmly looking Darius in the eye.-You're not up to it at the moment.- He murmured quietly.-Gizel, could I ask you to keep an eye on him?- He indicated his friend with a movement of his head.- Otherwise he'll start trampling his path again.
-But of course.- The elven lady smiled playfully and put her hand on the shoulder of a slightly confused Darius.- I won't let him move even an inch. You can rest assured.- She winked at him and gently nodded towards the door.- Can we hurry up a bit?
-Oh, yes of course.- Othis turned towards the entrance still noticing out of the corner of his eye how the elven woman wordlessly stifled some words of objection that did not manage to come out of Darius' mouth.-Please invite them in.- He said raising his voice slightly so that the sergeant on the other side of the door could hear him.
Draco was uneasy, though perhaps it would be better to say that he didn't know what to call what he was feeling himself. Shock, astonishment, disbelief, fear, some kind of unhinged apprehension at something unknown. He found it difficult to concentrate on even a single thought let alone try to solve such a serious problem. Me, a mage? And yet an Atlantean! After all, dragons can't wield magic in the first place, it's one of the basic rules they instil in the first year at the Dagos Academy. What's this all about? He asked himself these and many other questions all the way from the Royal Castle to the Embassy gate. There, at least, he confirmed that this was not some kind of one big joke, as the sentries in long grey coats only nodded their heads when he passed them along with the official.
Then he saw a long driveway strewn with some small stones leading up to the very doors of the large mansion that served as the Atlantean Embassy. Around the palace, he noticed two soldiers in infantry uniforms patrolling the grounds of the diplomatic post.
