The Council of Elders governed in the great hall.
Ros the Clay Dragon squatted in the middle of the great hall, the vertical pupils in his dragon eyes unfocused, his head held high, unwilling to bow to any human.
Baron Roman stood by Mr. Ross' side, loudly pleading, "It was me, I was the one who asked Mr. Ross to stay with the Knight Regiment because I faced an attack by a mounted blue-skin and several other blue-skins, and the Knight Regiment was in imminent danger!"
"Upon the sound of the Dragon Horn, all bipedal flying dragons must comply with the command, unconditionally." Count Merlin, at the head of the great hall, spoke expressionlessly, his white hair coiled and braided at the back of his head, "Roman, as a noble of the Grand Duchy, have you forgotten your oath?"
Baron Roman stiffened his neck, "I haven't forgotten, but there are matters of urgency..."
