"Sir...!"
"Sir..!" A panicked voice echoed in the silence.
"What? What is making you scream so loudly?" A baritone voice replied, tinged with laziness, as if nothing in the world could possibly go wrong. He did not anticipate the news the other had brought.
"Sir—" The other was panicked, struggling to articulate the words that needed to be said. It was no fault of his; fear was rare when one stood at the top of the food chain—regardless of what the nobles thought.
But the news he carried reminded him that even among dragons, there are always those stronger, fiercer, and more terrifying.
That was why he hesitated. He didn't know how to tell the man that his daughter's life flame had gone out—not completely, but enough that it made no difference.
"I tire of your babbling, Trene. Speak now, or do not disturb my peace again."
"If you can't talk to me without reeking of piss, then go report to the others."
