Warlock Ch 379. General Lysandra of Dragon Tribe
"General Lysandra," Damian greeted, his voice steady. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"
Lysandra's gaze settled on him, her expression unreadable. "Warlock," she replied, her tone cool and measured. "We need to talk."
Damian gestured to a chair opposite him. "Please, have a seat."
She remained standing for a moment longer before acquiescing, the metal of her armor barely making a sound as she moved. The room's atmosphere grew taut.
"I assume this isn't a social visit," Damian began, leaning forward slightly.
Lysandra's eyes narrowed. "No, it isn't. The recent... disturbances involving the senators have drawn our attention. Your involvement is evident."
Damian interjected, his voice light but edged. "Disturbances are a mild way to put it."
"The dragon tribe does not take kindly to political upheavals that threaten the balance. We need to understand your intentions."
