"Get over here, lowly human! I need you to pour my wine! That's all your kind is fit for!"
"Hahaha, Ebonroc, you're wrong. They can't even pour wine properly! Hahaha!"
In a spacious room in Blackwing Lair, Dick, dressed in a rather ill-fitting Black Hunting Outfit, held his knife and fork and enjoyed his lunch.
A banquet seemed to be underway. The air was filled with the intoxicating aroma of fine food, but those seated at the enormous table were not refined gentlemen. They were a pack of crude drakonids, and at the food-laden table at the very front sat several black dragons in human form.
The clinking cups and lively scene almost made Dick feel he was back in the equally bustling Grim Guzzler. But just as he finished his last steak, he heard a vicious shout, followed by a burst of undisguised laughter.
The paladin did not even need to turn around to know who it was.
Ebonroc and Flamegor were two pureblood black dragons serving the Black Dragon Prince, Nefarian. Both had awful personalities and were responsible for guarding the laboratory in this enormous palace. Since Dick's arrival, the bored pair had finally found a new source of amusement.
Dick shrugged and caught the black-haired fighter beside him, whose fists were clenched, pulling him out of the hall where the drakonids feasted and drank. Along the way, drakonids kept baring their teeth at them or making insulting gestures, but Dick did not care at all.
That was all these fellows could do! They did not dare hurt Dick or the black-haired human.
Nefarian's authority went unchallenged in this palace built of obsidian. Once the Black Dragon Prince had ordered that these two humans were not to be harmed, even Razorgore, the most unruly drakonid general in charge