"We have to do something." Ebony breathed it more than said it, flat on her stomach in the underbrush, watching the saw rasp across a dragon's skull. "We can't just watch that."
"We have four bounties and no reason to start a war with armed traffickers," Lucian whispered back. "Be reasonable."
"I'm being extremely reasonable." Her eyes moved across the cages, counting, weighing. "Look at them. One of those gets us north in a fraction of the time. We're walking to a tower at the literal end of the world, Lucian. A mount changes everything."
"They're hatchlings." He shook his head. "Even if we freed one, it couldn't carry the whole group. It can barely carry itself. The idea's romantic and useless."
"They're not hatchlings."
"They're the size of a large dog — "
