"Why has it become like this..." Whined a voice filled with resentment, rising amidst the sound of chiseling. Imelt, in the form of a dwarf, knelt on a massive stone slab, her gaze dim, her hands numbly wielding a hammer to strike off the top of a stone chisel, inscribing claw-shaped Draconic script onto the slab. Imelt, under the watchful eyes of those around her, was writing something on this ten square meter stone slab.
In front of her stood Lyle and three male Dragon Priests, with the Dwarf King listening alongside. Visergg noticed the expectant look in the eyes of the Red Dragon and turned his head away, cradling a barrel of wine.
"Why... Why exactly..." Imelt lifted her head, her blood-red eyes fixed intensely on Lyle before her, appearing both man and hound. She began to doubt if something had gone wrong, had their identities been swapped? Why was she the one being punished, while he was overseeing me?
"It was all your fault..."
