The dragon no longer seemed inclined towards a fight. Oliver wasn't even sure now why they had fought in the first place. They seemed far more like comrades than enemies. This was a creature of the Stormfront. Though it ought to have ruled its skies, rather than been buried under its land.
"That blue flame," Oliver said. "I have to be rid of it. The Chief of the Gnomes told me so. If I get rid of it, will it be of a help to you?"
Oliver got the sense that the dragon did not like that blue flame, from how it had reacted when it had struck the blue flame with flames of its own. He had a feeling that it was something to do with its confinement. A creature like that mighty dragon would not have stayed underground willingly. It had the strength to force its way through the narrow corridor if it had wished to. And yet it had stayed.
