"Oh?" David, already somewhat irritated by the Drow Matriarchs' tantrums, narrowed his eyes slightly.
He truly wanted to know what could make the Drow Matriarchs so sure he would be interested.
With a jolting sound, twelve Drow Matriarchs simultaneously stepped aside.
Dozens of grimy Drow, pushing a large wooden cart hastily assembled from various materials from lizard-drawn wagons, came before David.
The one at the very front was none other than Alianna, the Drow who had boldly swigged two big gulps of Anger Potion concentrate and bled from her rear in front of David.
But at this moment, David wasn't in the mood nor had the leisure to fuss over this 'blatantly overdue delinquent' Drow.
He stared, somewhat dazed, at the Silver Dragon lying on the wooden cart before him. Its eyes were lifeless, seemingly devoid of interest in life, and resigned to its fate.
