Nesario (Black Dragon King): "Satarrio, my brother, I have always trusted you, believed you would take good care of my Black Dragon Legion, but I must say this time you have given me a quite a surprise. Tell me, Satarrio, what made you so lax with the Black Dragon Legion, that you would disregard even the risk of a civil war?"
Satarrio felt some tension upon hearing the dissatisfaction in Deathwing's voice, yet he tried hard not to show his unease. As a Primordial Dragon, Satarrio still had some confidence.
Satarrio (Primordial Black Dragon): "Hmph, Nesario, that is quite a strange thing for you to say. The Black Dragon King is you, not me. I am just a useless old fellow, those youngsters won't listen to me."
Mo Fei abruptly stopped, his fierce dragon head swerving around.
Nesario (Black Dragon King): "You disappoint me, Satarrio. I hear complaints in your voice. Are you dissatisfied with me? Speak up, brother, I am very interested in hearing your loyal and good advice."
