This time we got there—well, somehow! By the efforts of a certain dark priestess, we ended up not at home, but in the lands of forest elves. And it would be fine if I were alone—I could somehow survive talking with pointy-eared ones. But how do you explain smuggling of eight drow to the locals? And a dragon? I doubt we’ll manage a peaceful dialogue. So we have to make our way through forests and swamps to Yolka—at least he won’t just kill us right away… You say he has guests? No problem—we, battle mages, aren’t afraid of anyone! Visiting with our dragon!