"Thank you, Kartzal. I appreciate your invitation."
God Tuuntol pulled a seat out for his daughter while earnestly casting his gaze about the table.
"However…
"I find it strange that we're meeting in such a secluded shelter so far from your domain, Kartzal. Also, it seems that I was drastically misinformed. You claimed that we dragon chiefs must meet with urgency. But you never mentioned the inclusion of any other bestial clans.
"Since when have we dragons become so timid that we must meet in secrecy?"
Chuckling through a rehearsed smile, the god in green motioned for the Toxic-shadow Chief to sit down.
"It's not that we've grown timid, old friend," Kartzal casually stated. "It's that we must never abandon our true pride as gods and divine beasts. For that very reason, I've gathered you all here."
The door opened once more, attracting everyone's eyes to a man with a flaming red robe and full mane of orange hair.