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She gave him a stern look. “Nice try. Dragons don’t talk.”

“They do, just no’ in the way you think. We speak telepathically. You’ve asked several questions. Now, it’s my turn. How long has there been a border between your people and that of the dragons?”

Jeyra’s face crinkled as she shrugged. “Well before I came here.”

“How long ago was that?”

“Long enough.”

He couldn’t contain his smirk at her evasion to avoid stating her age. He left it alone for the moment, but he’d find out soon enough. “How close was your home to the border with the dragons?”

“Not close at all. There was no reason for the dragon to come at us.”

Varek tucked that nugget away for the moment. “How many others died from that dragon’s rampage?”

“I don’t know.”

“I find that hard to believe. I think you know every detail of that day.” Her brief frown caught his attention. “Or could it be that you didna look deep enough into things because you took everyone at their word?”

Jeyra walked close enough to the bars that he could reach out and touch her if he wanted. “I was there. I didn’t need to ask anyone anything.”

“Surely you would’ve wanted to know how many others were killed. Otherwise, how would you know what to prosecute me for?”

She stared at him with amber eyes blazing with fury. “I won’t be the one bringing charges against you. That’s for the council to do.”

“But you’re the one grilling me. That makes me think you have a stake in it.”

“I do. I’m representing my family, those who were killed.”

He nodded, accepting that. “And where are the others who represent their families killed by the dragon?”