Well, that was... an introduction, alright. One that opened with all the grace and zeal of a court herald and finished with the hammy flair of a circus barker. And he was pretty sure he even heard a little pro wrestler announcer by the end, there. Once said introductions were made, the esteemed Black Knight appeared more... dumbstruck than he did valorous.
And so, too, did the massive eyes that appeared out of the dark with a red, reptilian gleam, first casting their puzzled- if not somewhat irritable- stare down towards Della, before shifting over to the 'Knight' in question.
Moxxie cleared his throat.
The chamber rumbled with a derisive snort.
Moxxie cleared his throat, again, slightly more assertively, and began his parley.
"Now... uh... hear this, dread wrym, and listen well; we know now your outrage, the deception you had suffered at the hands of those thieving leprech--"
The rest of his sentence was forced back into his throat by a consuming wave of fire breath, pouring over the beleaguered and unfortunate knight.
Seconds later, when the flames had cleared, he stood exactly as he did before, looking unscathed but for some scorches on his armor, less incinerated and more irritated.
"...Would you let me finish, please?" he uttered, as frustrated as it was polite.
The dragon stared down at the black knight, its imposing majesty sinking into a look of abject confusion. And so it turned to his waterfowl 'herald', as if demanding an explanation.
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And so, too, did the massive eyes that appeared out of the dark with a red, reptilian gleam, first casting their puzzled- if not somewhat irritable- stare down towards Della, before shifting over to the 'Knight' in question.
Moxxie cleared his throat.
The chamber rumbled with a derisive snort.
Moxxie cleared his throat, again, slightly more assertively, and began his parley.
"Now... uh... hear this, dread wrym, and listen well; we know now your outrage, the deception you had suffered at the hands of those thieving leprech--"
The rest of his sentence was forced back into his throat by a consuming wave of fire breath, pouring over the beleaguered and unfortunate knight.
Seconds later, when the flames had cleared, he stood exactly as he did before, looking unscathed but for some scorches on his armor, less incinerated and more irritated.
"...Would you let me finish, please?" he uttered, as frustrated as it was polite.
The dragon stared down at the black knight, its imposing majesty sinking into a look of abject confusion. And so it turned to his waterfowl 'herald', as if demanding an explanation.