"There has to be some other way," Shad protested. "I don't have fine control; if I melt the chains I might burn us all."
Ballow groaned quietly. "What kind of a dragon are you?" Then, seeing the angry light in Shad's eyes, he relented. "We'll think of a way."
He could say no more, because Torn had herad him. The giant fixed him with a cold stare.
