~Once the scent of sulfur leaves their noses, Savonrola and Hosetu stare at the walls of a pitch black chamber. The only light comes from a torch, situated next to the throne, at the far end of the room. Savonrola pushes Hosetu forward, toward the throne, on which sets a woman of imposing stature, though she herself is not of great build, her presence demands the greatest respect.
Her crimson eyes glow in the shadows, and her pearl-white, vampire-like fangs are clearly visible beneath her dark smile. She seems clad in a long black gown of lace and red silk. On her head rests a silver crown, forged into the shape of two warring dragons, with spikes that seem to cut into her flesh. She smiles at the guests, beckoning them forward.~
"Mistress Gundaron, I bring Lucia's servant as asked."