Tryasche looked at his elders from his desk. The three other Elders had never participated in politics with the humans, and he worried about them. He stood up, his back to them as they kneeled behind him. He stared at the moon, twirling a glass of wine as his silver eyes focused on the nightscape. "As loathe as I am to admit it, we must coexist with the humans. This is not one thousand years ago when we were the overseers of the world. We shall unite our powers with mankind. You will set aside your superiority like many of the younger generation have done so. Like I have done."
"Sire, you have long since taught us that humans are to worship us. Ever since I was a hatchling, you taught us lessons about the duties we have as Dragons. One such duty was to protect the weak. Are you telling me now that those lessons were mere fables?" Dragon Elder Vale said as he looked up at Tryasche.
