Rughoi grimaced, and reluctantly stayed his hand. Arrogance of a dracon! This farmer has been inside the city for nigh on fifteen minutes and already seems to think he could make a better ruler! "What would you know about messes!? What would you know about cities!? I suppose you're here to reestablish the Mitronians to the Traeton throne, because they were such wise administrators!? Go on then, if your immeasurable genius is here to lock my city back into its chains so your grass grows a little greener, then just get it over with." Rughoi tossed his shield on the ground beside him, and returned his sword to his sheathe. "You, no doubt, are here to assassinate me. And when you do, the Mitron prince will spend another thousand of the people's taxes on a lavish parade for you at the top of the city walls." He slumped down on the chair, glaring daggers at Akydon. "Get out of my city. I have created a sanctuary for my people, an escape from the hardships of dracon oppression. I will give you a whole day to see my empire as I have created it. Some taverns and inns haven't been hit by catapult fire. Go, then. Enjoy a night of kobold hospitality. It will be more than the dracons have ever given us. In fact, I know a good one on the palace street, at the end of the corner. Lovely owner, frequented by my own dracon regiments. Because the three gods know nobody in the city wants you here." He looked past the intruder, at his imperial guardsmen. They were dwarfed, yet they stood defiant against this massive invader. They have had the honor of being the few able to kill dracons in open combat, and by the looks on their snouts, they were not afraid to lay down their lives for their ideals.