Kauzka-Procellia meeting [IC]

The clack of the rock tumbling down the tube sounded as loud as a rocket in the deafeningly silent cathedral. Slowly walking them back to the base of the steps that had led up to the alter Ishay helped guide her into a kneeling position, her hands clasped in her lap.

This accomplished he and the guards sat in the same fashion back a few feet. Patiently waiting the Dras smiled and bowed as a black cloaked woman entered the room from a door behind the alter.

Swinging a silver incense burner, which smoked profusely as it was swung back and forth on a chain, the woman chanted as she slowly descended down to the awaiting Sasaufe.

"My master your humble slave begs your presence"

"My master your humble slave begs your presence"

Repeating the mantra as she stopped in front of the foreign leader, paying no attention to the bowing soldiers and Dras, their faces hidden as their foreheads touched the cold hard stone of the floor.

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