Eric noted Isuthiel’s talons were sharp and black; the others’ were short and pale. Curiosity compelled him to experiment. He had no reaction other than soreness from scratches by either Tenebrozi or Azuria, though for the third time, a scratch from Isuthiel left him happily detached, his muscles warm and relaxed.
A quick experiment on a cave rat proved only Isuthiel was a Parinith Dragon—the kind the black bearded man mentioned.
I thought a Parinith scratch was fatal. “How am I alive?”