A Strangle That Stopped Everything

King Draknar's malicious grin widened as he ordered the Draconic Earth Deity to stop. Then he leapt off of its head, planning to go down and greet his 'old acquaintances' before watching them writhe in agony.

"I see that you all are looking as wrinkled as ever!" shouted King Draknar, with his words mostly being directed toward Alister, Sage Esenel, and the Castle Lord. "But seeing as none of the beautiful ladies of Abaddon have come out to greet me, I assume that you are hiding them away from me?" A toothy grin formed on his rough face as he watched anger and frustration touch upon the expressions of everyone present.

"King Draknar… You…" The Castle Lord clenched his teeth, already knowing what the draconic bastard was hinting at.