"The name of this human," Typhoon commanded, his voice dropping to something lower and more dangerous than before. "Tell me his name."
"I do not know my king," the lead scout replied. "He operates with significant authority within Caeloria, though his origin appears to be from elsewhere. His power signature carries marks that suggest he has faced divine opposition and emerged victorious."
A low rumble came from across the caldera. One of the higher dragons, a massive dragon with scales of deep crimson, rose to its feet. This was the Herald, Typhoon's primary representative in matters of draconic politics and command. The red dragon's expression twisted with something that approached outrage.
"My king, if I may speak?" The Herald inquired, despite its demeanor indicating an intention to speak irrespective of authorization.
Typhoon inclined his head slightly. Permission granted.
