Claskan walked to Ocelot’s throne room. The guards at the door acknowledged the dragon, saluting him and opening the door. In the room two dragons stood around a map. The tall man pointing at the map, a gold cloak draped around him and his black hair contrasting the brightness of the cloak, was Ocelot. His hair was short and fell to the right slightly.
The other man, the man with the shoulder length silver hair was Torrance. Torrance was the leader of the silver dragons and he appeared sleazy just by staring at him. He was shorter, and rounder than Ocelot, just not fat. Torrance stood in his black leather armor discussing something that Claskan could not hear.
“We know you’ve brought him back.” Torrance said attempting to shoo the dragon off.
“That’s great, but I’m not here to speak to
