Despite the murderous storms, there is not a single foe standing against your way, as you made it towards the front gates of Andras's lair, this must be some kind of a trap.

The interior inside is surprisingly comfortable, no chains with skulls, corpses, or a single drop of blood. The paintings on the walls have a quality that even the king could wish for, as whoever the artist must have been, they’ve done a great job with the depiction of the dragons being on the same side of the humans… but that couldn’t ever be actually possible, could it?

Making your way towards the throne room, the scene is finally painted, and there she was, the queen of all dragons, Andras, sitting menacingly at her giant throne, with the crown laying loosely on her lap. Eyeing you down, she starts speaking

Andras: “You finally arrived, oh great hero of the humans… I assume you are here, because of her?”

She snaps her fingers, and two dragon-girl maid servants come rushing with a bed on their shoulders. Placing the bed down, you could see the princess peacefully sleeping on top of it.

Andras: “You can have her, the poor girl must have hurt her throat from all that screaming earlier… hahaha!”

Andras stands up from her throne and puts the crown on her head.

Andras: “If you are here for my head, then don’t act rashly, and let's have a talk, like mature adults do, or if you insist on being rashly then I will serve you with all my strength.”