"Let Nareil Lasas and Indigos stay on Caer Darrow Island for now, then. But in return, you'll have to provide his food." The red dragon beside Kyrissa leaned gently against her, and she stroked the docile Little Red Dragon. Indigos remained seated on the ground, looking up at Patrick.
The Dragonflight had a strict hierarchy. Young dragons like Nareil and Indigos naturally obeyed higher-ranking dragons when they encountered them.
"Uh, how did you end up bringing back a red dragon? Shouldn't the one you summoned have been a blue dragon?" Patrick looked at Nareil, speechless. It was not Indigos's obedience that puzzled him. Nareil was a red dragon, so why was he willing to obey a blue dragon too?
"He was drawn here by our draconic presence. Nareil sensed the traces Saragoss and I left on Caer Darrow Island and flew over. Both of them lived in the Alterac Mountains. Nareil's parents died in the Battle of Grim Batol. Indigos hasn't said anything about his background, but from the look of things, his circumstances weren't much better than Nareil's."
"Orphans left behind?" Patrick looked at the docile red dragon beside Kyrissa, who seemed to have found a sense of belonging he had long been missing. "I have some reservations about a red dragon." Patrick raised an eyebrow. "The red dragons have close ties to Dalaran, and you must have heard something about what our Prince Kael'thas suffered there. When it comes to red dragons, our fledgling base at Caer Darrow cannot afford that sort of hidden danger."
"Humans?" A trace of disdain appeared on Nareil's enormous draconic face. "During the Battle of Grim Batol, the orcs enslaved the Red Dragon Queen and forced us red dragons to fight for them. Later, a great war broke out between the orcs and