A Storm in the Desert: Dragonlinked Chronicles Voume 3 Read Online Free PDF

need to know if the Order has any definite plans against us or Aeron or Anaya. Or any dragonlinked or dragon, for that matter.”
    Master Doronal turned to Renata. “You should be able to open a portal to, say, the caves where you stayed in the desert, yes?”
    Renata nodded. “Yeah, that’s actually a good idea. It’s far enough away from Bataan-Mok that no one, not even a Manis patrol, should see us.”
    “My thinking exactly.”
    “I think it would be fun to go see the southern lands,” Fillion said.
    Your enchanting shift is later today. If we go, you will need to be back before then.
    Barbs and blades, I forgot about that in all the excitement. Fillion frowned. “Hang on. My enchanting shift is this afternoon and I need to hit the showers before then.”
    “Mine is too,” Renata said. “Fillion and I were actually on the way to the Bath Hall when Polandra arrived.”
    “Gods, I’d love a bath,” Polandra said. “We flew straight here and I haven’t had one since we left. But I don’t have anything clean to change into. No chance to launder anything on the way.” She looked at the masters. “Though, I suppose you have more questions for me, first.”
    “Not to worry,” Master Doronal said. “As Renata and Fillion pointed out, dragonlinked can return to the South almost instantly, so we have a little time to spare. Our questions can wait until you’ve had a chance to rest.” He turned to Renata. “Stop by the Laundry on the way and pick up some clothing for her.”
    “I’ll speak with Willem and have him start on riding gear for you,” Master Canneth said. He then smiled. “Along with a saddle.”
    Guildmaster Millinith said, “You’re probably hungry as well. I’ll have the Dining Hall bring meals here for you three.”
    Polandra looked out of sorts. “I–I don’t know what to say. Thank you all for your kindness.”
    “How about Ikan?” Fillion looked through the door into the den. “Is he hungry? I can have Coatl show him some hunting areas, if so.”
    Polandra’s eyes lost focus for a moment. “We caught something for him yesterday and he says he’s not hungry yet.” She smiled at Fillion. “But thank you. Perhaps when he is?”
    “Sure.”
    “Well,” Renata said, “let’s get going. A hot bath will feel great after your long trip.”
    “And I’d love to get really warm again.” Polandra rubbed her arms.
    Fillion stood and left with them. He would ask the new girl about the attacks after her bath. He was certain dragons were not to blame. But if not them, then who?
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    “What do you think?” Master Doronal seemed concerned.
    “About the Order?” Millinith sat back in Renata’s desk chair. “I think it’s high time we dealt with them.” She frowned. “I just wish there weren’t so much going on right now, so I could focus on it. Still, first things first. We need information.”
    “I agree.” Master Canneth nodded. “We should see if Cheddar can find anything out about them. He has a knack for that kind of thing.”
    “I’ll see if the Magic Craft Guild has ever had dealings with them.” Master Doronal shrugged. “Though, as the Order is so far away, across a desert, even, there may be very little the guild knows about them.”
    “Any information would be helpful.”
    A knock sounded and a guard stuck her head in the door. “Pardon me, Guildmaster. Messenger here from Lord Baronel.”
    Millinith stood. “Lord Baronel?”
    A man walked in and bowed. “Guildmaster, Lord Baronel requests your presence. A carriage awaits.”
    Millinith raised her brows. He must want her there as quickly as possible. She turned to the masters. “Let’s do as we discussed. I’ll see if I can return shortly to be here when Polandra returns.”
    As soon as she and the messenger boarded the carriage, the driver got the horses going. The clacking of the wheels on the cobblestones increased in frequency as the carriage sped up. Why on Lethera would Lord Baronel have