"Freeing the dragon could be viewed as a sign of aggression."
"He is called Dragnir, get the dragon's name right. Oh, have you no sense of politeness or decency?"
The aura weighed, "-you're the one in charge, am I correct?"
"…" the dark-haired man stood his ground silently. "-And the one I met earlier was a figurehead. You take the decisions, which is wise for us, we need not fools within the court of battle. This can become a win-win situation, I'll offer the mines to your forces on condition the battle halts and no provisions are taken from the people."
"Do you have the authority to be making such offers?" the man curled his mustache and eyed Staxius up and down, "-tell me, who are you?"
"Varrek. I'm the bastard son of Duke Emri. Royal blood flows through my veins."
