[Ragon City.]
[Duke Mansion.]
While the Dragon Empire's capital basked in light and order, Ragon City had long been festering in the shadows. With the Vanguard's delayed arrival and Xavier Ironfist's recent departure, the city's political infrastructure had completely collapsed into depravity.
Inside the opulent, heavily warded hall of the ruling estate, the air was thick with the scent of expensive incense and raw, metallic fear. The Duke, a fat man with a plump belly was kneeling on the ground, his head bowed, facing a dark corner in the room. His luxurious silk garments were soaked in cold sweat, his political authority rendered entirely meaningless before the true power that now controlled his city.
"What next Master? Have you gotten all the parts needed?" He asked, his head bowed, forehead touching the ground in a display of pathetic subjugation.
