There is no traffic on or out of the Valley today - the dragons are ALL massed on the borders - facing outward. There is a palpable sense of tension in the air, of frustrated forward motion. So far, the wards have held, the dragons are contained, but it is obvious that they believe the killer to be out there - in Cian-thìr.
The Knights of the Order of St. George claim that all of their members are accounted for. All those who came with, perhaps, but who can say what the Order leaders out there might order. However, to be fair, the armory has been searched thoroughly and adequately, tossed from top to bottom, side to side, inside and out and there is no sign of the trophies taken by the marbhaiche. Believe me, a swarm of pygmy dragons do NOT miss a thing.
Speaking of missing, Mallory says that there's a young man missing from the taigh-òsta, Benjamin Tennyson (no relation to the poet), not too tall, dark shaggy hair, mid-teens. His cousin Gwenifer has been looking for him.
And finally, I'm worried about Jonah's daydream dragon egg. It hasn't been getting the views it needs to hatch.
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