The last question made little sense to me, but sent several of the crewmen rushing over to the dead dragon. They shoved past Levent. He stood there, blood dripping down his pale face and looking quite uninterested.
They sliced the dragon’s stomach open, and its guts protruded from the gaping wound. I gagged. There was some sickening squelching until one of the men made a victorious noise and came rushing back to his captain. I watched Bolivar shake bile off of a round, golden object before he held it out to Rio.
The half-blood took it gingerly, turning it around so that the sun could reflect off its smooth surfaces. It looked like an unspectacular golden hoop to me, though wide enough to encircle my neck. A few small, bluish jewels adorned its otherwise plain faces. Had this been what the big fuss was about?
“You’re the stupidest man I know,” said the captain simply, taking the bloody blade from the redhead’s hand and wiping it off in the dirt.
“Sorry. Had to get it back.” I was not sure if he was talking about the dagger or the fairly unmiraculous piece of gold he had just acquired.
Bolivar shook his head and then turned to me. “Can you heal his leg? We should get off the island before we attract more attention.”
“I... I don’t think I can right here,” I said.
I was sweaty and sore, and there was no way I could concentrate in this place. I would spend the whole time worrying what other beasts might fall upon us.
“For now, let’s just splint it,” I said. “Can you get me two sticks and some bandages or cloth?”
There was a moment of stillness, but when the captain nodded his approval there was a burst of movement as several men went off in different directions to retrieve the requested items.
I knelt by the half-blood’s ankle, grimacing. His foot was bent at a very unnatural angle.
“We have to put the bone back in place,” I murmured to Bolivar.
He had the same pained expression on his face as I must have had. Though the half-blood had not cried out when the bone was broken, it was highly likely that he would during this process. Seeming to have read my mind, the captain rolled up a strip of cloth and ordered Rio to bite down on it.
I counted down from ten, my hand releasing small amounts of magic to keep