Zianro was sitting in a cell, in chains, for a crime he didn't commit. They thought he was a spy from Beracia. It took him quite awhile to convince them he was a Valsirian warrior from a lineage of warriors. Once he did that, the guards finally began to talk amongst themselves.<br/><br/>"They say he took down a dragon in a single day." A guard stated.<br/><br/>"Actually, it was three days. It was a rogue, dragons don't normally bug people. Rogues do." Zianro said with a sigh. If this was the start of a new chapter in the story of his life, it wasn't going very well.<br/><br/>Another guard ran to another guard. "She's coming! She's coming to inspect the Prisoner!" He shouted. The other guard joined him and presented arms.<br/><br/>"All Hail The Heir Apparent, Marianna Murdock! Glory to Zankor!" The two shouted.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I am not in Valsir anymore."</span>Zianro thought, praying to his ancestors that it would end well. If not, kiss the Azura clan name goodbye.