The dragons were unruly, and they didn't listen to Theanore.
They wanted to go into battle right now, but Esmer managed to get them in hand with a crafty illusion that put them to sleep.
She rounded up on the little nymph!
"What were you thinking, summoning dragons? They are the highest rank of mob there is!" Esmer scolded.
She kept her tone even so as not to frighten Theanore, but she was angry inside.
"I am sorry, mommy. But I already prepaid for 10,000 dragons and one boss dragon," Theanore said.
Personally, she thought the dragons were pretty, but she did agree that they were also scary.
"Foolish girl! You can't control a thousand, let alone ten thousand! Grandpa Thinker and I will defend you. Return the dragons," Esmer demanded.
Theanore got that look in her eyes that spelled trouble.
"No! I will scare Emperor Casimir into retreating! I can do this, mommy," Theanore protested stubbornly.
Esmer sighed.
