Forgath strode purposefully across the plaza, the sharp clip of armored boots on stone easily heard over the faint rushing sound of the pillar itself.  All talk among the refugees slowly came to a stop as one after another took notice of the imposing bipedal form approaching.  They may have been prepared by the guard, but the difference between being told what to expect and actually seeing it rendered them speechless.  He stood between the group and the pillar, its light silhouetting him.  The dark flames complimented the pattern of his armor, and the light shining from behind made the red glow of his eyes all the more distinct.  He watched as some of them cringed back with a certain satisfaction; it was good to know he still made the right first impression.  And so, stretching out an open gauntlet to one side, he began.