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Alana told the whole story of how she had tried to kill her and her friend Ethan a couple times. However, they had figured out she was being compelled, removed the ring and how Ethan had given her some deep mana to save her life.

"I remember most of that, but it's a little fuzzy," Rachel said. "Isn't Ethan a dragon?"

Alana nodded. "Yes, and one of the best men I've ever known."

"Thank you for helping me; it would've been a lot easier to just kill me."

"We don't do that kind of thing,"

"I'm glad," Rachel replied. "Could you help me up? I would really like to thank him in person."

"Sure thing," Alana said.

The wood elf helped her stand and provided a steadying hand to the door of the captain's cabin. Outside, it was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the air was warm, and the gentle breeze felt amazing. On deck, a steel gray dragon was sparring with a massive blond crewman who was built like a troll or golem.

Rachel sat down on deck for a minute's rest and watched them spar until the