The Ancient Silver Dragon lowered its head, pressed its bright, board-like wings close to its body, and then slightly bent its forelimbs at the knees.
He then respectfully greeted, "Good day, Your Imperial Majesty.
Pablichko pondered for a moment, continuing to smile gently, "I have witnessed everything you have done, and I must say, that was a truly great battle.
On behalf of the Melwood Clan, I congratulate you, congratulate your Empire on successfully repelling the invasion from The Abyss, and also congratulate you on another glorious victory."
"Are you that old fellow's younger brother, Pablichko?
Tsk, what a mouthful name."
Cassius sized up the Ancient Silver Dragon before him, his brow adorned with scaly horns suddenly lifting.
Indeed, this was Osedro's younger brother; from the dragons' perspective, they did indeed look alike, both having slender, knife-sculpted, gleaming silver faces.