<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">"My King, forgive me for intruding..."<br/>
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</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">The man did not stir, seated within a veiled gazebo that overlooked his vast gardens.<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#660066">"Speak."<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">"A vagrant woman in exceptional silk lace was found wandering the gardens. She was apprehended by the Tranquility Gate. We have placed her appropriately, as per your orders regarding any suspicious persons secured in its vicinity."<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Nodding his approval, the veiled figure stood slowly. His tail curling forward to draw the veil aside for himself. As the light caught his scales and horns brilliantly.<br/>
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</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"I will ask you only once more. Where are you come, and by whose command?"<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">The Inquisitor paced back and forth before her cell. Inspecting her personal affects, his brilliant red armor, and beaked helm with it's comically wide brim looked like a figure drawn directly from a comic book, parodying the Spanish Inquisition. The fact of which she would have to recall to thank someone for sitting her down with a few drinks and a Monty Python marathon. For the sake of recognizing it alone.<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"No more about these fantasies of "Kars" or "Apart metts". Name the man you solicited in the alley that night, Harlot! Seek redemption in your punishment and the joys of the holy truth..."<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#660066">"Desist your gibbering, Vicar Montalvo. I have warned your order that you do not have free reign outside of your tower keep. Return our Traveller's affects and leave immediately."</span><br/><br/>Retreating a few steps, the cardinal red spectacle bowed only just far enough to give respect to his king. Pulling away to return her articles to a table against the wall facing her cell.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"Of course, as you wish my King. I simply wished to ascertain for myself, rather than waste His Majesty's time and effort upon this delusional whore. May her soul rest in peace come repentance for her sins..."<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Surrendering to his whims finally, the inquisitor retreated from the cells. Off to his tower perhaps. The man who remained, if he could be called that, was a towering spectacle of masculine perfection. Whether by magic or by nature, he stood close to nine feet tall. The horns and dazzling armored scale flowing to skin seamlessly. A horned Adonis, with fierce lavender eyes like a reptilian predator. With all of this said, the reality was that he was not truly that special. Except when compared to a human. Just as elven kind were revered for their naturally beauty and graceful elegance; so too were draken kin for their powerful and domineering physiques. Their flesh intertwined with scale made blemishes near unheard of, giving them a savage beauty on par with the other graceful races.<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#5900b3">"Now. I believe you have a story to tell me...."</span>