Chapter 393: Orders or Choices
King Dagon Stormfall’s shoulders were wider than Max would have imagined as the dwarf stood there, slowly coming down the steps toward them. His armor was a bronze-red color, and it took him just a few seconds to realize what the scales were made from.
Those are dragon scales!
Probably not a good time to mention to him you have a dragon then. Look at his pants and arms.
Even without Bob’s leading, Max had already taken in the full sight of a dwarf who easily outweighed him by probably twice as much. The king’s build was that of a stocky dwarf who just happened to be taller than anyone else and wider than almost two grown men.
Each step didn’t make a sound as his boots barely clicked against the stone floor.
Never did his dark eyes leave the group as he descended, the smile almost chiseled upon his face.
“My king!” Fowl gasped, dropping to a knee and bending over further.
Batrire and Fowl’s family didn’t waste a second, matching his movement.
Cordellia started to mimic them but saw that Max and Tanila did nothing more than bend slightly at the waist.