[b]Starting Date and Time:[/b] Vermillio 25th 288DM

[b]Starting Location:[/b] Gaulirax' cell to Luthelia's Balcony in Pyresia

[b]CS URLs:[/b] [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3431110]Gaulirax[/url]

The summons came for Gaulirax in the form of a heavy booming knock at the door to his room. Little more than a prison cell, the round room had been cut into the dark igneous rock that formed the volcano and its roots for dozens of miles in all directions. Dwarves had made the space somewhat livable by laying the floor with smooth tile and fitting a white crystal chandelier into the ceiling with a small lever that could cut off the sunshine filtering down from the distant world above. Unfortunately for Gaulirax, he was nearly twice as tall as most dwarves and would be forced to stoop his horns somewhat everywhere except the center of the room.

Sparsely furnished, Gaulirax' mistress hadn't seen the need to supply him with anything more than the basics. A bed, a chair, a chamberpot, a trunk to store what few clothes he had, a few harmless training weapons. Not only did Gaulirax not own much, there was no window to his prison home. 

Giving the half-dragon mere moments notice, the door opened outwards and two shapes filled the doorway. One was tall, a black-skinned man with a long chain in his hand that he obviously intended to attach to the flat steel collar that was ever around Gaulirax' neck. The other was short, long black beard dangling to his stout knees.

[b][color=00a99d]"Look pursentible, lizard. Your Mistress wants ta see ya, though by my rekkining she ain't missin' out on much."[/color][/b]

The tall man moved into the room to secure Gaulirax before they hauled him out of his room and into the hall. It was a part of the city not designed for dragons, the passageways all too small for their immense bodies. Glow crystals lined the corridor at large intervals, though the half-dragon's eyes would see easily in the shadowy patches between.