Soon after, the Red Iron Dragon, after a brief contemplation, spoke again, steering the conversation towards a more serious direction: "Alberto, do you still remember the Red Dragon Gorsas, whom you mentioned to me before?"
"Of course I remember!" Alberto's tone instantly turned serious.
"Gorsas, this fellow is notorious, extremely arrogant in his demeanor, committing atrocious acts in the wilderness, burning down outposts, plundering towns, killing all living creatures, a thoroughly chaotic and evil being!"
"Such a completely irredeemable Evil Dragon should be completely eradicated!"
"Otherwise, allowing him to survive and breed will only give birth to more inherently evil, chaotic Dragon Descendants, bringing more destruction and suffering to this already disordered land!"
The more Alberto spoke, the more agitated he became, the golden Dragon Claw heavily hitting the ground.
