Inside the dragon's lair.
Velsadorn looked at the two-headed ogre kneeling on the ground.
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Perhaps it was because the creature had failed to guess the answer for so long, or perhaps the stories about dwarves had raised its threshold for laughter, but it had lost interest in watching the ogre's two heads quarrel with each other.
Or perhaps it had only intended to watch a performance before dinner from the very beginning.
"It seems you truly lack the talent to entertain a dragon."
"Then entertain my stomach instead."
The cracking of bones, accompanied by brief screams, gradually subsided, and silence returned to the cave.
Velsadorn slowly turned its head and cast its gaze behind a rock not far away.
It said nothing, but its eyes brimmed with amusement.
Priscilla, hiding in a crevice between the rocks, felt every inch of her skin turn cold beneath that sweeping gaze.
She had witnessed the entire judgment.
That dwarven warrior had survived, and had even taken several gems as payment for his performance.
As for that human mage, she could not understand at all why he had been able to sit on the dragon's claw like a guest important to it, or even leave carrying a gift from the dragon.
But one thing was certain.
Though this dragon had an erratic temperament, it followed rules of its own.
Earlier, it had said that a dragon's gift was not given for free.
What followed had been cut off by the collapse, but it probably meant that it wanted to complete some kind of transaction with her.
Feeling that almost tangible pressure.
Though she had no idea what she could possibly do for a dragon, simply leaving like this was clearly almost impossible.
She