"Lat may nagraufrom, zur dragons.Zadkiel and Sapphira graciously bowed. Me and my assistant Sapphira are truly honored to be in your presence O great one. We humbly ask that we speak with your master.
Naan lat kul nar ishi a vend u baj za shag"
The figure boomed, in a tongue most foul.
His eyes bore into their souls, searching, seeking. Black. Lidless. Full of naught but the void.
"You may rise, honored dragons.
But you are not in a place to make this request."
Radio translated, shakily.