“Yes. They’re called the Au Ra. On the steppe they’re the Xaela. Too bad they dwindle their own numbers in ceaseless combat.”

A talking horse... would be a really funny thing to spring on the natives. They’d probably try to buy him. That’s a trick he would save for later, with Prometheus’ consent. “Not normally, no...” Hades said, crossing his arms. “It shouldn’t hurt anything just to use a glamour...”

It wasn’t creation magic, and it wasn’t truly augmenting anything... Just a trick of the light, really. He snapped his fingers again, gently squishing that dragon form into the body of an Auri man.