09-13-2022, 16:55:23 PM
The guards take Magnus's dagger, one of them pocketing it, before letting the two of them upstairs.
The throne room is, for many, impressive. A high-vaulted ceiling, walls covered in carvings and candles, most of it seemingly hewn from the rock itself. Dozens of Draconians stand around, some of them murmuring among themselves, but all of them standing clear of the Dragon Queen, Burnetta.
Burnetta's fierce, red-scaled presence dominates the room. A silver crown, unbejewelled, sits upon her head, and a glass goblet full of something red rests in her left claw.
"More visitors?" She sighs, gentle sparks emenating from her maw. "I sincerely thought that Tutankhanpu would be the last one. Oh, well. State your names and intentions."
The throne room is, for many, impressive. A high-vaulted ceiling, walls covered in carvings and candles, most of it seemingly hewn from the rock itself. Dozens of Draconians stand around, some of them murmuring among themselves, but all of them standing clear of the Dragon Queen, Burnetta.
Burnetta's fierce, red-scaled presence dominates the room. A silver crown, unbejewelled, sits upon her head, and a glass goblet full of something red rests in her left claw.
"More visitors?" She sighs, gentle sparks emenating from her maw. "I sincerely thought that Tutankhanpu would be the last one. Oh, well. State your names and intentions."