Kellar Region, Golden Crown Mountain, at the same time.
Ghirslak the Wyvern, the new patriarch of the Wyvern bloodline, took his time flying back home from the umpteenth Council meeting since his election.
'I hope that wherever you've gone after your death, you are paying for your crimes, Father.' Ghirslak snarled, a puff of smoke and fire erupting from his nostrils. 'With your madness, you have destroyed the reputation of your clan and no one trusts us Wyverns anymore.
'No one wants to buy our Origin Flames now and because of that, we lack the means to buy ingredients and acquire powerful equipment. Everywhere we go we are treated as deranged traitors. Didn't you worry about us before joining Thrud, Father, or did you just not care?'
