"Assess the offensive combat skillset of the Dragon Queen Incarnate, in both wolf form and human form. She will need to relinquish command to her wolf, whose instincts and battle craft far exceed her own."
Dex absorbed every word with the cold focus of a commander already calculating the battlefield ahead. His eyes locked onto Serena.
"You must complete the next task before eight moons, but, shifting will be necessary and is dependent on Hyran Thornfell. Have her carry her bow and quiver from the vault."
"She fabricated one underwater," Gav said flatly. "And split an arrow into a net."
"The ancestors heard the Gamma. Their instructions remain. A final caution: wear Drakenfell thermal combat-weave armor. Heavy plates and cloaks will drag you to your death by drowning."
Maelor looked down at his robes, visibly offended by the idea.
"Serena Drakenfell. Death waits for you."
