Hearing the Grand Elder's words Monk Hushu folded his hands together in a gesture that was somewhere between prayer and amusement. "The Abbot has already expressed his displeasure with the Imperial Court," he said calmly.
"He said that if the court continues to make decisions that lead to needless suffering, he may have to 'preach' to them himself. I would not want to be one of those ministers when that happens."
Cattaleya, standing near the window with her arms crossed, smirked. "Well then, that's settled, isn't it? The old men can deal with politics while we do something useful. The Ice Drakes or any drakes are not the kind of creatures to wait long once their patience runs out.
I still remember when I disturbed a Thunder Drake's sleep, and it chased me through two continents. I had to leave that world by stealing access to an Interworld Teleportation away to get away. So, let's go before this turns into another catastrophe."
