"…"
"I'm going to give you 5 fucking seconds." – said the dragon king Goror as he gotten ready to fight, causing the plant life around him to start moving around and sharpening itself into a weapons.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"And I'm going to ask you this." – replied Oron.
"What is more important to you."
"Your pride?"
"Or clearing up your son's name?"
"If you like, I can just leave this place."
"I could had just slaughtered your soldiers and force my way in."
"Yet I didn't."
"But if you like, I can just leave this place by force and you wouldn't stop me."
"So I'm daring you."
"What do YOU want?" – said Oron as the dragon king wasn't stopping his preparations, to the point he was ready to unleash a massive barrage of plant based spells.
"Or maybe."
"You wish to have your own clan murdered by the traitors of the dragon empire?"
"…"
"What do you mean?" – asked the dragon king as he finally stopped in tracks.
"What I just said." – said Oron.
