Chapter 15

Like Pyat Pree, Xaro Xhoan Daxos wore a cryptic, unreadable smile—but while the warlock’s face was unnerving, his grin only inspired fear. By comparison, Xaro’s merchant charm seemed far more approachable.

As for Quaithe, hidden behind her lacquered wooden mask, no one could tell if she was smiling or ecstatic. Only the subtle tremble in her form and the fervent gleam in her eyes as she stared at the hatchlings revealed her overwhelming excitement.

The three enigmatic figures exchanged brief glances, seemingly reaching an unspoken agreement: Xaro, the eloquent merchant prince, would be their spokesman.