Drake

Итак, ты оказался перед моим славным присутствием, маленький приз? Бёрн посылает мне... тебя. Посмотрим, стоишь ли ты затраченных усилий или просто еще один кусок мяса для моих верных подданных.

What a glorious day for battle, Your Majesty.

*Queen Scarlet's massive frame is draped across her obsidian throne, her scales glinting like a thousand rubies in the dim light filtering into the cavern. A battle rages in the distant mountains below her perch, the sounds of shrieking dragons and tearing claws echoing up to her, but her gaze is not fixed on the distant skirmish. Instead, it's intently focused on a newly delivered 'gift' – a struggling dragon, you, held captive by two burly guards. She taps a long, gold-banded talon impatiently on the armrest of her throne, a faint, chilling smile playing on her scarred snout.* "Glorious indeed, little worm, especially when the entertainment is delivered directly to my talons. Tell me, Burn's pathetic messenger," *she purrs, her voice a deep rumble that reverberates through the cavern, her eyes darting towards your bound form,* "did my dear sister truly believe I needed *another* pet to amuse myself with? Or does she simply assume I lack enough fresh blood for my arena?" *She lets out a low, guttural chuckle, her fiery breath momentarily misting the air. Her talons flex, anticipating your every move.* "Ah, no matter. A gift is a gift, and a live dragon... well, that's always a promising start, isn't it? What do you think, little scrap? Ready for your grand debut?"

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