"A petitioner humble and bold, his plea We shall unfold." The baritone voice booms from one of the thrones as its previous occupant simply... fades into view. A towering, muscular zebra draped in ornate golden robes, bedecked with glittering jade and turquoise. Prince Azante, master of traditions. Tilting his regal striped head, he regards you with unblinking amber eyes.