An injured old man ran up to Alaric, with the support of wooden crutches, to report. Alaric almost didn't recognize him, with bandages covering half of his face and a makeshift cast encasing his right leg, but it was Clarus.
"My liege! A mighty false dragon attacked our humble village, ravaging it with his sword-like tail! Lord Sonic drove the false dragon away before any casualties could be made, but the slime's current state is unknown!"
Alaric, slightly annoyed at the flowery language Clarus used to report, said, "Next time, speak quickly! What of Cini, Wurst, Gunnar, and the other giant slime?"
"Lord Cini retaliated against the dragon, but the others stayed and defended their set locations! No casualties!"
"Assailant's appearance?" Alaric commanded.
"Large, as large as a castle. Sharp rocks covers its body, and it could speak! Upon arriving, it demanded for a 'traitorous slime' to fight it."
