"Kekeke, what do we have here? A dragon out of legend? What a surprise!"
"What... a.. surprise!"
The voice belonged to a human. He looked about 40 years old, with dark skin and rotten teeth and red crimson eyes.
He sat casually atop a flat rock, his tangled hair swaying in the morning breeze, eyes gleaming with twisted amusement. A small fire crackled beneath him, and over it, Grakar was tied to a stick, slowly being roasted like meat.
"Argh... my Lord, you're here... I am sorry... for the trouble...really."
Grakar groaned weakly, his voice filled with pain and shame. He had dragged down his lord.
His green scales were blackened, some already scorched. Yet even in such a state, his gaze remained loyal as he looked toward Ryu.
"Oh my, what a touching little reunion," the man cackled, revealing a mouthful of decayed teeth. His laughter carried across the mountaintop like a sick song.
Somehow, he was able to understand Beast Language.
