A Dragon Masseuse

Krassu snorted. "You don't really want to see us fight in your city, do you?"

Brandli pulled a wry face. Their fight in the city would be totally disastrous.

"Rest assured, we won't fight again, for now," said the old man. "Also, I have a servant, I don't need you. I plan on living in this city. You're too old to run errands for me, but maybe you can help me find a magic room."

"The Gray Temple has just set up several magic rooms one or two years ago," Brandli said, smiling.

He had wanted to say he wasn't that old, but thought better of it. Clearly, Krassu didn't want to be watched by him. He had to inform the top brass that the Lord of Fire had decided to settle in Chaos City, which was not good news for them, since Urien lived here too.

Krassu shook his head. "No. The Gray Temple is too far from here. It's not convenient for my disciple."