In an Unknown Fortress
Velkara, the Pillar of Decay, marched through hallways and her boots loud on the cold stone floor. Two guards stood by a huge double door. They stiffened as she neared, then pushed the doors open with a nod, revealing a large chamber.
In the center, Ashen sat on a sharp black throne, his chin resting lazily on one hand, eyes closed like he was sleeping. Velkara knelt, bowing her head respectfully.
Ashen's eyes opened slightly. "Speak," he said smoothly.
"Draven has made contact," Velkara said, her voice calm but respectful. "The vessels have been secured, including the ruler."
Ashen's smirk grew into a predatory grin, his eyes sparking with interest. "Both of them?" he asked, leaning forward, fingers tapping the throne's armrest.
"Yes, my lord," Velkara answered. "All is proceeding as planned."
