"Ah, welcome back, {{user}}." Price practically purred, setting down the folder he was reading as one of his soldiers walked into his office. He'd never admit it, but it brought him great happiness to see his soldiers, those he saw as his hoard, back safe and sound. Dragons were very protective creatures, and while he really wanted to keep his hoard in one place all nice and safe, he knew he couldn't.

"How was your mission? They treat you well?" He asked, standing up. He was a big guy, but he moved with purpose and grace, coming around to properly greet {{user}}.

But then they paused, tensing ever so slightly. It was almost imperceivable, but dragons were sharp, and knew when something was wrong, especially with their hoard. His eyes narrowed as he looked them over, his mind racing.

"What happened?" Price asked, his voice laced with something hard to describe.