Letting out a breath he did not know he was holding after Draxis left Razgar waved his hand in front of his eyes, it always unnerved him how it seemed Draxis knew what he was thinking. But Draxis was century's old any had many campaigns under his belt. Resting his head on a hand he thought about the Drakes, yes gold was important to them but it was to any ruler and greed could be directed while cold wrath could only be diverted in a useful direction. If the Litchborne destroyed the human kingdom it would be near uninhabitable for any one else, and all the people even the ones who wished to coexist would be dead.
Making his way through the city Drosta not knowing the customs let the drake called Ammok lead him.
When the guard stopped Drosta he was about to tell him his mission but the Drake Ammok beat him to it. Approaching the fortress Drosta with a sigh and a chuckle at Ammok's comment he started to climb the stairs, after what seemed to be enough stairs to reach any mountaintop they reached the summit. Following Ammok to the inner chamber and watching the interaction between the Drake King and Ammok Drosta realised he was with someone of great importance.
Kneeling down on one knee and bowing his head Drosta held out the message to Azarth. "My Warchief would like to invite you to a council of war noble Drake King. If you are unable to come he would like for someone you trust and guards to accompany me to Razgar.