Bleist looked around the quay once more. He looked at the people who were hanging around there looking for the same two brothers he had met here the day before somewhere among the crowd. He hoped they lived somewhere nearby and he would eventually come across them.
Once again he walked between the stalls just glancing at the products on display. He didn't even pay attention anymore to the taunts of the traders trying to push their wares on him.
Just as he was about to give up, someone nudged him, mumbling a vague apology. Bleist turned around, quickly casting his gaze to the back of a boy. After a few seconds he recognised the younger of the brothers he had met earlier.
The mage moved behind the dragon trying not to lose sight of him. He wanted to talk to him, but not in front of so many witnesses. The questions that were pressing to his lips could arouse some suspicion in several people in the area, and he wanted discretion. He knew that if he frightened the boy a little, he wouldn't say a word to anyone who asked him.
The wizard noticed that the dragon was turning from the main street into some side street, still staring at the ground and mumbling something under his breath. He continued to follow him. After a few minutes had passed, the boy found himself in a small, empty alley. Bleist stopped at the exit and watched as the dragon looked at something on a piece of paper he had removed from between the boards of a crumbling box.
Soundlessly, he approached him, grabbed him by the arm and in one fluid motion turned him to face him. A confusion of surprise and fear was painted on the boy's face. Bleist pressed him hard against the wall and, without giving him a chance to react, covered his mouth with his hand. He hoped that if he played everything right the young dragon would not decide to transform.
-You were looking for someone yesterday,- he hissed in his ear.-Who?
