Er’gan
The dragon is angry. Very… very… angry.
It does not understand why the dragon king has chosen to allow this charade…this insult to be placed on his…their person by creatures so very beneath them.
It does not understand why he would not just give it control and let it kill these dark elves reeking of black magic, sharp and stinging in their nose.
It is not that it does not know the reason, it does.
The dragon king’s thoughts are not hidden from it.
in fact in a way they are its thoughts as well.
So it knows that this sudden increase in the tolerance of the otherwise short tempered ruler has to do with the mortal slave girl who even now cowers behind them.
But knowing something and understanding it are two very different things.
The king wishes to protect her and Er’gan does
