Simply the truth.
Despite the Chancellor's anger at his useless attendant, Malrik was aware that it would be impossible for Tavos to lie.
At least not with the kind of control he had over that lowlife. If anything, the only issue would've been the accuracy of what he'd witnessed.
But the mangled attendant really insisted on what he had seen as he kept his head lowered on the floor.
"Chancellor, when I got there, I found him partially transformed."
"Partially?" Malrik's voice was dangerously low.
Tavos flinched, his body pressing tighter against the cold floor, but he didn't dare stop.
He recounted the encounter with a shaky breath, explaining how the kidnapping had gone south the moment he stepped into the room.
In truth, he had been ambushed the moment he opened the door. And only now did he realize that the dragon likely predicted his arrival based on the footsteps that even attentive humans usually wouldn't detect.
