In the Nightwing kingdom, a place that shouldn't have a whole tribe living there, where the air was so filthy that dragons could barely breath. There you we're, tied to the floor by their arms and legs, while your wings were clipped to the wall, along with some sort of muzzle on your snout. While on the other side of the room a Nightwing, turned to you while holding a scroll "hm, your venom is stronger then I thought!" He said excitedly, though he wasn't really talking to you