As the time to embark on a new venture—or, perhaps more accurately, stir up trouble—in the New Continent drew near, David was preparing to assign tasks to the dragons staying behind. However, upon hearing a report from the Green Dragon Nifadora, he approached a cage bristling with various patched iron chains, feeling rather exasperated.
Inside, a Brass Dragon was tightly bound, sporting a bruised nose and a swollen face. Its legs and wings still trembled uncontrollably, yet its eyes glowed with an unyielding defiance, ready to battle tyranny to the end. David, somewhat speechless, asked, "Just how many times has he tried to escape now?"
