You look up at Blunt-snout - fatigue and pain from your rough, first flight and subsequent crash-landing fogging your mind and blurring the edges of your vision - with a questioning glance. Despite your exhaustion or, perhaps, because of it your scattered mind can't help but focus on who he could means by "Others."
{{Who... what Others...?}} you manage to to focus your reeling mind just enough to project your question to the elder dragon. Your head is spinning slightly and you realize you're breathing is becoming rapid and shallow. The much larger dragon lets out what could only be the dragon equivalent to a chuckle, but, to you, sounds more like two boulders being ground to rubble. It's almost as intimidating as the claws still positioned to disembowel you from tip to tail.
{{You'll see soon enough, whelp}} he chortles again. It's still unnerving. {{Suffice to say, I've embarked on my own little pet project and I could use one such as yourself and that other whelp that follows you around like a lost hatchling.}} Still dazed and wanting to be sick, you try to move to get to a comfortable position but are reminded by a sharp sting in your abdomen that you forgot to answer to his earlier demands.
{{Okay...okay, I'll submit to being your captive, but first I...}} you can't finish your sentence. As soon as Blunt-snout's claws withdraw, the whirlwind of emotion, trauma, pain and stress from the last two days catches up with you. Before you realize it, you're already on your stomach retching your guts out. You keep heaving with all the nothing you have left, your legs wobble and buckle every time you attempt to stand. Finally, when you are done, you collapse in a heap before the elder drake.
{{Get up, whelp, there's more for us to accomplish}} Blunt-snout looks down at your battered form with little concern or pity. {{You'll have to be stronger than that to survive out here.}} You try to move, but your limbs feel like lead. You are numb, drained and about as dead as you can be with a still-beating heart. Callously, Blunt-snout chides you some more {{Just going to give up? Lay there in a pile of scales and self-pity? I have no use for broken things. Now get up, whelp, and I'll take you to your blue friend, unless you'd rather be dropped in front of him as a corpse?}} A spark ignites, deep within your abused body, at the mention of your mate. Like a fire on a dry plain or within a summer forest, it spreads. Fast. Furious. An anger you didn't know you were capable of, driving heat back into your limbs. Slowly, deliberately, you get on your feet. The sheer ferocity of your determination to find Dizzy, safe and sound, pushing you up to look the massive dragon in his cold, calculating eyes; your own burning with the passion of your purpose.
{{Take me to him.}} Your speech is focused and sharp, lancing at the bigger drake. A rumble - sounding like mountains crumbling into the sea - emanates from deep within Blunt-snout's chest as he bows to acknowledge your request. As he turns to lead you into the village, you can't stop yourself and let out a feral growl from deep within you as you project your demand {{Say. My. Name.}} He turns to you, a grin spreading across his face {{Say it!}}
{{Very well, follow me to the stables... Amber-fields.}} His toothy visage showing even more fangs as he begins to chuckle once more and begins to lead you through the rest of the Kobold village.