The grand hall was abuzz with tension as the noble heads gathered for the urgent meeting called by Lord Ferdinand. The air was thick with anxiety and anticipation, each leader's expression reflecting the gravity of the situation. Among them was Lord Eamon, his demeanor was calm but his mind was racing with hidden intentions.
Lord Ferdinand stood at the head of the table, his voice commanding attention. "We are here because of the escalating threat posed by the ice dragons. My son, Arnold, is currently in critical condition due to a mysterious attack that we suspect is linked to these dragons."
Gasps and murmurs filled the room. Eamon leaned forward, feigning concern. His true motive was to uncover Arnold's location, as directed by Ghelgath.
Lord Ferdinand continued, "We've noticed unusual magical disturbances near the western caves, a region known for its ancient magic. We suspect the dragons might be using this area as a hideout."
