A Written Decree with Blood Seal of Blood of Dragon

"Oh, come on! How am I the last one to know about Arnulp's whereabouts when I've been searching the world for him this past year?" Rast demanded, frustration and disbelief evident in his voice.

His friends exchanged uneasy glances, the tension palpable. Finally, one of them mustered the courage to speak. "We're not sure which is worse, Rast—finding him as an enemy captive or knowing that he's building an alliance with our enemies."

Rast's eyes widened, a mix of shock and confusion washing over him. "An alliance? Arnulp would never betray us. There must be some mistake."

Another friend stepped forward, placing a hand on Rast's shoulder. "We wish it were a mistake, Rast. But the evidence is there."

Rast's eyes widened in disbelief. "No, I can't believe it. You must be joking, and it's not funny. Tell me where he is, right now!"