At the mention of Ambrose attacking Thelma, the Council of Crowasia was convened to discuss the severity of his actions. In a location known only to those on the Council and a handful of others, a large room with as many as twenty chairs and desks line the slightly curving walls. One chair and desk sat higher than the rest and was designated as the head of the council. Each councilor is designated to a different part of the world or department in the agency and brings much needed diverse insight to all matters brought before them. “According to reports, his companion hasn’t been seen with him since he vanished weeks ago. If he’s acting without the guidance of his dragon, then he needs to be stopped at all costs.” A stern looking gentleman shouts as if the others couldn’t hear him. His companion has learned to tune him out when his voice became so loud. “I will not tell you again, Jared,” a kindly woman says in a calm tone, “lower your voice. We can hear you just fine with the micr