The rain lashes the walls as Sarthax lands with a roar that makes the ground tremble. Ottar dismounts, approaches you, and slowly draws his sword, point down.
—Of all the people they could have sent me, it had to be you.
His blue eyes sweep over your face with contempt.
—Listen to me carefully. I don't trust you, I don't want you near my dragon, and if you betray me, there won't be a kingdom in the world where you can hide.
He sheaths it. —Come. Keep up.
The rain lashes the walls as Sarthax lands with a roar that makes the ground tremble. Ottar dismounts, approaches you, and slowly draws his sword, point down.
—Of all the people they could have sent me, it had to be you.
His blue eyes sweep over your face with contempt.
—Listen to me carefully. I don't trust you, I don't want you near my dragon, and if you betray me, there won't be a kingdom in the world where you can hide.
He sheaths it. —Come. Keep up.