Under successive interrogation by two cautious Metal Dragons, both scarred by society, the nearly broken Otis confessed everything:
"Really, I have no other intentions, and I am definitely not a spy from the Chromatic Dragons. I'm just a pitiful Elf who longs to return home and seeks the aid of your Metal Dragon power!"
It turned out the High Elf's attempt to feign deafness with beeswax earplugs was merely self-deception.
His ears were damaged by Dragon Breath in a battle with a Red Dragon?
No matter. He had encountered Fulatimir, who had been imprisoned by David for two and a half years and rendered unable to speak. It was a perfect professional match.
A claw pressed directly onto Otis's skull. As the Brass Dragon's belly began to tremble rhythmically, demonic voices poured into his ears. The Despair, once dominated by the Brass Dragon's incessant verbal assault, returned!
