The biting cold wind carried with it flurries of snow, transforming Dragon Valley into a silent world draped in silver.
The body of the Red Silver Dragon Deborah stood steady on the lookout tower of Burning Steel Castle, her scale armor reflecting a cold, beautiful light under the snow. The petite Elf Dragon Vera was also there, arrayed and listening attentively.
"Vera, listen carefully."
Deborah's voice pierced through the wind and snow, carrying a hint of mischief, as she asked, "A dwarf walks into a waist-deep river and ends up drowning. Why is that?"
Elf Dragon Vera immediately halted her flight, suspended in mid-air.
She held her little chin with her claws, her brows knitted in deep thought.
A few moments later, her eyes lit up, and she performed an agile somersault in the air, crisply announcing the answer.
"I got it! Because he slipped and choked on the water! Or... the river had a big fish he disturbed, which angrily knocked him out!"
