With a slight wave of one great talon, Lofwyr’s form began to shimmer and change. Like smoke, the body of the multi-ton dragon dissolved and assumed the shape of a man, tall and thin, with long, white hair swept back from a high forehead. He wore a finely tailored suit echoing the color of the dragon’s own scales. He brushed an imaginary piece of lint from his sleeve before turning toward the screen where Priault’s image waited.