The old dwarf looked at her like she'd lost her mind.
"Let me make sure I follow you." Hrazfel's giant form still crackled, but the heat had gone out of his voice, replaced by flat disbelief. "You want to march on an entire organization — a fortress, an army of those things — with what, exactly? One dwarf. One half-grown dragon.
And a Visitor." He shook his enormous head. "I think the smarter play is to kill you where you stand and collect the bounty. They pay handsomely for a dead Visitor, you know. That's a guaranteed return. This is a guaranteed grave."
"And that," Ebony said, unbothered, "would be a waste."
She let the fire on her hand settle to a low green glow, conversational rather than threatening.
"Think it through, old man. If we help each other, we don't just get your boys back. We take the mountain. And maybe — who knows — we take the whole hexagon it sits in."
