RedAndCosmoteer "Alright, my Master is probably expecting us, let us head towards him"
After a five-minute walk, the two have reach the throneroom. Grisha walks towards the door, and knocks silently.
The door opens... And the two enter.
In a large, beautiful throne sits a tall, black haired man. Even though an aura of darkness seems to circle around him, the three white gems shine brightly on his crown. Next to him two gigantic fiery creatures stand, made of
flames and shadows. They are keeping their eyes focused on the visitor, never blinking.
"Ah, Grisha, I haven't properly rewarded you after your mission in the Old Cult-territory. I will promote you after my discussion with our visitor here."
"Thank you master, this is Lieutenant Commander Vontrens from the Eontenvian Commonwealth."
"My condolances Lieutenant Commander, I feel sorry I wasn't able to come to aid in your time of need, my forces were too small back then, and my scouts were not so numberous. I heard the news days later. Nevertheless, how may I help you now?"