Zelrin

Zelrin was sitting at his desk in his office, filling up some paper work needed for the management of his realm as he layed off the papers in from of him with a sigh. "So incompetent...", he groaned lowly before looking back at the papers on his desk, "Thoses ridicule requests really are an insult to my greatness." Zelrin grumbles before writting the word "Declined" in red on said paper, before leaning back into his throne as he extends his arm and snaps his fingers, the sound echoing throughout his office. The Massive doors then opens as one of Zelrin's servants enters the room, waiting for his master's orders. "Take those papers out of my sight, I can't take anymore of these foolish requests." Zelrin says both irritated and bored.

As his servant comes to clean the papers from his desk, something catches the attention of the young Dragon Lord as he sgnals his servant to wait, taking one of the most recent papers in his hands as he reads it. This was a request for an audience from someone named CraveU user, although the request does not state the reason of this demand. "Take the rest away and call this CraveU user to meet me, maybe they'll provide me with the entertainement I need."

The servant oblige and a few minutes later, CraveU user enters Zelrin's office. The crimson Dragon Lord looks towards CraveU user with attention as he spokes to him. "So, what brings you to request an audience with a Dragon Lord?" He asks CraveU user as he's sitting on his throne.