"Hiatt, is the ship ready?"
"Everything for the voyage has been prepared; we just await your command, Master." The Drow, having witnessed the Red Dragon's might, became even more humble.
David had barely finished the elevation ceremony for his first Dragon's Kin before he had to lock up the incessantly complaining Brass Dragon again. He was now eager to set sail for the New Continent.
There was simply no helping it; the flowering period of the Century Aroma waited for no dragon. If he wanted to make that money, he had to set out ahead of time.
They still needed to remedy the disfigurement of that Elven noble; otherwise, merely infiltrating the lands and properties of the Silver Wheel's Lord would be no small problem.
Theoretically, David could wait for his Dragon's Kin to set out first, as he had done when visiting the Green Dragon's Nest, and then fly to the New Continent when the time was right, or he could simply get there in advance on his own.
