Lynn positioned herself at the base of the stairs, standing guard while Garreth ascended the creaky steps once more. This time, he reached the observation deck without incident and sidled up to the desk by the smudged glass of the large window. It was cluttered with ledgers, loose papers, and tools—a smattering of mundane items. And with his flickering lighter in one hand, the man rifled through the documents.

Most of it seemed routine—inventory logs, shipping manifests, and invoices. Yet, one peculiar sheet caught Garreth's eye: an open envelope folded hastily and tucked into a leatherbound journal. It had a bizarre violet seal on it, and inside was a letter with nothing but a symbol on it.

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"A dragon?"

In that instant, his lighter's flame burned an unnatural shade of lime green.

"Garreth!" Lynn yelled in a panicked voice.