The priest, Karthalan, entered the great Hall of Rhilshen Fortress with a confident stride. He was a Destillian elf, tall and lean with long, straight hair, ebony streaked with white and grey. His eyes were the startling color of copper verdigris. Tiny lines at the corners of his eyes and mouth betrayed his age. A faint pattern of scales could be seen around his throat and wrists, where the collar and sleeves of his robes left his olive skin uncovered. His fingernails resembled gilded talons.
"Priestess," Karthalan murmured as he approached the dais and throne, both crafted from some dark and murky crystal. He bowed before the pale, silver-maned woman seated there, awaiting her acknowledgment with masked irritation.
"It's been a while, hasn't it, Karthalan," Alysia eventually said. She coolly regarded the man, sifting through her own memories of the ancient Destillian who had once been High Priest of Rhilshen, generations before she'd been born. A young hellhound, gnawing on a femur of some sort, lounged in the shadows by her feet and leveled a surly stare at the priest.
"Yes," he responded shortly, "it has. Too long, I'm sure." Karthalan turned toward the four black-armored members of the Rhilshen Guard who stood at the two entrances to the Hall, and he gestured curtly at them. "Leave us. This conversation is not for your ears."
At a nod from Alysia, the Guards saluted and exited.
"Priestess," Karthalan murmured as he approached the dais and throne, both crafted from some dark and murky crystal. He bowed before the pale, silver-maned woman seated there, awaiting her acknowledgment with masked irritation.
"It's been a while, hasn't it, Karthalan," Alysia eventually said. She coolly regarded the man, sifting through her own memories of the ancient Destillian who had once been High Priest of Rhilshen, generations before she'd been born. A young hellhound, gnawing on a femur of some sort, lounged in the shadows by her feet and leveled a surly stare at the priest.
"Yes," he responded shortly, "it has. Too long, I'm sure." Karthalan turned toward the four black-armored members of the Rhilshen Guard who stood at the two entrances to the Hall, and he gestured curtly at them. "Leave us. This conversation is not for your ears."
At a nod from Alysia, the Guards saluted and exited.