Hugh carefully trekked through the war-camp, his gaze briefly glancing back at Vermithor as the dragon rested before it drifted toward Prince Daeron's tent, then his gaze focused ahead.

Hugh's lips parted as someone walked passed him, his brows furrowing as he took in their appearance and stopped in his tracks to watch them.

Something about them had caught his attention, his head tilting and his white hair swayed a bit, his hand resting on his hip.