Sael hopped up to land on the back of the writhing dragon hands still in his pockets. Tapping his foot twice on the beast's back he released a swarm of inky black chains to encase the master of the chasm. "Alright, I'll ask you again. Which Demon Lord do you serve?" While he waited for the dragon's response he watched Ara and Nee continue their wholesale slaughter of the kobold swarm.
"Fool, I Joireig of the Gentle Flame have no master! How many times must I remind you! Now get off of meeee!" Flames gathered in its maw dangerously before a mass of chains erupted from the stone floor to wrap around its neck. With a stone jarring thud its head was dragged down and all the flames it released engulfed only more kobolds.
