The Old Grudge

POV Vesuvius:

The dragon stood on top of a tall grey rocky mountain, overseeing the sheer green valley under him as his XP quickly rose without him needing to lift even a finger.

'There must be a large battle going on...'

Suddenly his head sprung up as something small but fast flashed in the distance before his eyes before vanishing under the shadows of trees.

'Again, what are you?'

"Your majesty", a small black figure of a kobold appeared under the cliff, looking up towards the dragon, catching his attention.

"Speak, minion!"

"Your army has suffered a setback. They can't get through enemy defences. The enemy is holed up inside a castle and refuses to surrender. The battle is turning into slow bloodshed. Casualties are piling on both sides."

Vesuvius froze, a wind rising around his body, twisting and whirling with the black smoke.

"Who, who dared?!"

"Siege of the castle of marquis Nabudou, your highness."