The Shadow Clan's Ultimatum

The morning deliberations were interrupted by the arrival of an unannounced delegation in the Great Court of Scales. Flanked by six heavily armored guards carrying barbed spears, Warlord Vorn of the Black Wyrm clan strode into the hall. The Black Wyrms inhabited the remote, sulfurous western crags of the Dragonfang range—an insular, aggressive faction that had long resisted royal taxation. Worn's face was covered in dark, pitted scales that smelled…