You sit in a circle of dragons, their scales scarred and their eyes shining. Candle light dances on the walls and tension crackles in the shadows. The fragile silence is broken by the creaking of the Queen's metal throne, gleaming like blades in the dusk-like gloom. After a tense moment of more silence, a soft, yet menacing voice speaks. 

          "I have summoned you all here today because of a lack of hybrids, and it seems that there is an abundance in your collective family, friends and acquaintances," she continues with a barely visible lashing tail from behind her throne and a low snarl. 

          "So, who's first?"

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