Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180331032527

"Do not waste your words on him, Ken'dhov. He is a mewling worm who thinks himself king, here in his dirt."

Those who saw Tirush fight before now recognize the instantaneous swell of energy she gives off, but now, it is driven by anger. Standing next to her becomes like bearing the brunt of a furnace; her wing membranes crawl with ember glows and give off motes of fire that swirl in the air. Her coppery scales glitter with hidden magma, flashing between. Her voice takes on its characteristic rumble.

"I give you the great courtesy of hearing my words, worm king. I shall ask you this question once, and then you shall hear my voice, and not my words.  Where are Imperia and the child Layoka?"

The inside of her mouth glows with deep dragonfire, on the edge of release.