A few dozen minutes after Annan woke, he summoned everyone to the Lord's Manor to discuss a plan.
They needed to raid a Camp of thirty-five Frost Giants, thirteen White Dragons, and hundreds of servants to rescue the Blue Dragon.
Summoning an Epic Mage would be simple and convenient. If they could not come up with a plan, Annan was prepared to do just that.
"White Dragons are a disgrace to dragonkind. It's as if someone stuffed a barking Kobold into each of their heads," said Mr. Victor, drawing on his considerable knowledge.
"Do they bark too?" came a muffled voice.
"Why is Martin here? Guards!" Annan called the Guards to throw the bruised and battered Martin out of the meeting room.
White Dragons were only a little smarter than beasts, so they could exploit that to drive them away—or enslave them.
"Enslave them? But they've already submitted to the Frost Giants."
"Anyone can lead a Swine out of its pen, provided they have food," Mr. Victor said meaningfully.
"What do you mean by 'food'?" Ingrid asked.
"Strength or charm."
Strength was out of the question. Star-Moon Bay's strongest fighters were with the Frost Giants.
"Where are we supposed to find someone with enough charm?" Annan frowned in thought, then noticed everyone looking at him. "Fine. But how do I reach those White Dragons and influence them?"
"A Dreamwalking Spell?" Lindy said from behind the Wheelchair. "White Dragons dream too. You could reach them while they're asleep, then use a Suggestion Spell to influence them."
Something about that method of enchantment felt familiar. It was how Succubi beguiled people. "Wouldn't that make me a Succubus?"
"It's the best way to rescue the Blue Dragon without fighting them head-on."
"...I'll try."
Night was about to fall. Carrying a heap of magic