"He he he. It's been a long while since I had visitors." an old man said as he used his cane to hobble out of a corner. He removed his hand from the cane, which didn't so much as wobble, and clapped his two palms together, softly, before rotating each about 45 degrees, resulting in an x shape. The room was suddenly filled with the brightness of candles. The ruby eyes of the otherwise golden dragon head at the top of the man's cane glinted in the new light before being covered by a wrinkled hand. "Who may you be? Oh, wait. I know. You be of the circus. Ah ha! I knew I'd figure it out." The old man turned around laughing, lifting his cane in the air, and thus revealing how it stood on its own. The bottom of the cane was shaped as a tripod, with three gold-encrusted dragon's teeth forming its legs. If the light caught just right, one might be able to see the symbol of the Jasmine Dragon engraved in the gold where the three teeth met. With sudden deliberation and odd dexterity, the old man spun around on the tip of one toe, Now is the first time anyone noticed he was barefoot. He walked up to the two people standing in his building, using the cane, and then looked deeply into each of the two's eyes. "Hand it over." he said with an outstretched hand. (If you both consent to this, your characters each gave him their token from the letter. Whether it was influenced by his cane, the fact that each candle holder was shaped as a dragon's head or the giant dragon mural on the floor, identical to the one outside. If you object, let me know and I can edit). After he received the coins, the old man gracefully swept the floor with his hand, leaving each coin, dragon side up, lying where the eyes of the dragon should be. The tokens glowed with an eerie red light before growing dark. At the tail of the dragon, stairs going down appeared. "Pick up the coins and follow me." The old man trotted down the stairs with an oddly nimble gait. He led the two to a dark tunnel underground the underground and the only light came from the can dragon's mouth, which seemed to spew an unquenchable fire when the old man willed it. He led the two to a large set of wooden doors emblazoned with the symbols of the Jasmine Dragon, the symbol of each nation, the symbol of the four original elements, and, most noticeably, a large lighting strike going across the doors from top left to bottom right. Underneath it all, weaving between symbols and looping over and under the lighting, was a great, magnificent golden dragon. The old man opened the door and placed the two in chairs where tea, herbal tea, peppermint tea, was waiting. While the two didn't know this yet, jasmine tea was only drunk after meetings, not before or during. Before was herbal teas, normally peppermint. During was black tea, normally chai spiced, but other times it was earl grey. --- Baqwis was standing in the inn when he was grabbed. His mouth was covered and a voice whispered in his ear, giving him the instructions to the Dragon House, where the stairs should already be open. When he arrived, another man, dressed in traditional Kilat garb, led him through the tunnels and past the Great Doors to a seat near the two seated. --- The last thing Ave expected when walking by a house with a dragon painted on it was what happened. A man from inside grabbed her, and only by sheer surprise and a quick, temporary paralyzing shock was she drug inside. He drug her semi=lifeless body through a dark, underground tunnel in which no one could see, past great doors, and into a chair, where he set her upright, and she slowly gained control of her extremities again. --- Light was reached before he even set foot on the black sand of Roku's island. A large group of men, native to Kilat by their dress, gathered around him. They all bowed, heads touching the sand. When this was done in Kilat culture, especially by more than one man, it meant the man who was bowed to was to follow if he wanted to live. They lead him into a house on the outskirts of town, through a hole in the floor and up through another hole, perfectly concealed, in the Dragon House. He was then led down through the same passages as the two the old man had brought through, in fact, the old man now led this group, although he was unrecognizable without his cane, hat, nor clothes. It was traditional, although not common, for men to dress wearing only a loincloth. All 8 men were only wearing a loincloth and all 8 were jacked beyond believe. They led Light into the room, first stopping to admire the beauty of the Great Doors, especially the lightning bolt. Light was sat near the head of the table. --- There were a few seats near the end of the table and the head of the table was still empty, although the tea was out and hot. The room smelled of peppermint and everything was modeled after dragons. The mural from the great doors was on the table in front of them. The chairs were carved in a way to represent a dragon's tale. The teacups' handles all wrapped around the base of the glass, with the top of the handle being the body and head of a dragon. The saucers were lined with golden dragons with painted pictures of dragons on the glass itself. The walls were filled with images of elements, dragons, and men. The murals seemed to depict peace. The 12 pillars in the room had dragon statues perched near the top, with the tails of the dragons winding down the beam. The only thing that wasn't following this design was the head of the table. The dragon's head was here in the mural, and from it spewed lighting. The chair was larger, encrusted in what looked to be gold shaped as scales. The cloth on the chair was black with bolts of gold lightning flying through it. The teacup was much larger, with streaks of lighting going down it's sides, and the handle dragon was spewing them out of his mouth, which was the only instance of the dragon's head turned sideways. His saucer was lined with a jagged, golden edge with a picture of a black dragon painted upon its surface. Worst of all, it was empty.