Head Raztol's Command of the Crowd
'Impossible!' Hindrad roared, inciting the anger of the crowd and the elders of his faction. 'Simply impossible!'
Wingreig added, 'How dare you state such a thing?!'
'SILENCE!!!' Raztol roared, letting loose some wild energy to disperse the chaos. 'We must listen carefully! I understand the threat of Flood Dragons personally!'
As everyone was forced to give up their contending thoughts, Raztol lifted his tail for all to see. There were a few patches of scales that were discolored, even looking more brittle and fragile. 'This is evidence of the Flood Dragon threat!'
While the crowd's woes were beginning to subside and shift to subtle fear, Lunara understood the meaning of those scars. She questioned, 'How long ago did you contend with Flood Dragons?'