Sylvester once again donned his mitre and dressed in more regal clothes. He didn't dare take the dragons lightly since they were very different from the elves. Furthermore, dealing with elves was easier since the man who led them was his father. There was some room for emotional manipulation and negotiations.
However, when it came to the dragons, they only understood the language of strength and straightforwardness. For that, he had to look imposing despite looking young. In moments like these, he really cursed the fact that he didn't have an imposing beard.
As per his plan, he ensured that the elves and the dragons saw each other, face to face, at least once before they entered his hall. This created conditions where the dragons knew what to expect from Sylvester and what it would cost to ask for his help.
"What do you want me to do? Fight them?" Asked King Highland as he walked beside Sylvester and entered the Holy Court.
