"So, Ancestor, what do you think about this?" David didn't hastily agree but instead directly posed the question.
Christoph seemed to have grown accustomed to the youngster's damned attitude of calling him Ancestor when needed and bluntly telling him to get lost when not.
He didn't explain much either but seemed to have been prepared for this moment as he once again retrieved another 'invitation' from the gaps between the scales on his chest and dangled it in front of David.
The wording was essentially the same; only the invited person at the beginning had changed to his own daughter, Yolanda.
"So, you're planning on sending her? What's the aim?"
David looked at the very old Dragon with a touch of suspicion.
There was no helping it; the Chromatic Dragon Queen Tiamat's reputation had never been exactly stellar.
