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Indeed, the Zaterran is dressed as an elf. He finds himself enjoying a candy cane in the equally festive throne room, awaiting orders from the empress. Not that she would ask him to do any real work today.

Sniff sniff.

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Of course, milady. I’ll be getting started on the other task at hand as well. I will keep you updated on Skarlet.

Yawn.

The empress made cookies. What a lovely Friday.

— tell you this because Skarlet and I have been assigned to scour Outworld for what remains of Havik’s forces so we can ensure no one has remained behind to cause problem. As you can imagine, my role is mostly geared towards ensuring she doesn’t get out of control.”

“The reason that Skarlet can be so erratic is because she was created with blood magik. She has been overtaken with madness ever since the empress created her, and we’ve been trying to cure it ever since. But you know the rule, the more one uses it, the more mad they become. I —

— had done its magic, Syzoth full of his usual cheer and energy. These moments were reserved for allies and friends. Enemies of the empire saw a much different side. “I firmly believe in the idea that if you see something and think of someone, you should gift it to them.”

“Heh. There’s can be no debt amongst friends. These blades are something I came across during my travels, and I thought they were remarkably fitting. Enchanted daggers that return to you when they’re thrown. I saw them and immediately thought of you!” The sunlight’s warmth —

Syzoth hadn’t noticed yet. When he got too cold, he sometimes would fall asleep in a sunny spot. After all, he is a reptile.

A quiet snore as he startles awake. “Mm?! Oh! Goodness, no, that’s okay. I think I’ve slept long enough. Sorry, Rain. I should know better than to rest in the sun and think I won’t fall asleep.”

— on the bed, simple and grey. Inside were two daggers; etched with runes at their bases that glowed red. It was subtle. They were clearly enchanted. “Go on and open it, hm? I figured we should become more acquainted, since we’re both respective right hands.”

Syzoth shifts, realizing through scent and sound that he was no longer alone. He sits up, face flushed green. “O-oh, my apologies. I got too cold and took a moment. Next thing I knew, I fell asleep. I wasn’t in here to snoop—I brought you something.” It was a small box —

— anything else. You are familiar with Skarlet, yes?”

He sniffs the air and stands up, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “My apologies, this spot just became too appealing for me. But yes, Lady Sindel, I have come to update you on the measures that your sister will be implementing. I need to give you some background before —

Not likely. I don’t have time for any delays when it comes to impartial business, I fear.

Right, well, I only eat people if they make themselves enemies of the empire or try to hurt my friends.

The Zaterran is peacefully sleeping. He was here for a reason, but unfortunately, the sun had been too tempting. There was a gift for Reiko—a token of goodwill between two people important to the empire for different reasons.

It was necessary for Syzoth to bask in the sun from time to time, because he was cold blooded. Sometimes he’d be sent somewhere and fall asleep when the conditions were right. For now, he slept peacefully, but he did have something to deliver to his liege’s sister.