Inside a grand and majestic temple, Troy, shrunk to the size of an ordinary tiger, looked disdainfully at the twelve timid juvenile dragons in front of him. Just right, half of them were the Red Dragons and the other half Black Dragons.
These were the Five Colored Dragons who had pledged their allegiance to the Red Dragon Krest and his Tricolor Dragon Bandit Group — poor dragons that had just been evicted from their nests by their parents and had only just acquired the ability to defend themselves.
"Muria, I can understand you taking these six guys. After all, you've put in a lot of energy and resources since their infancy," Troy glanced at the six transformed dragon youths, "But why did you bring these twelve burdens?"
"If I do not, do you suggest I abandon them?" Muria replied when questioned by Troy.