@blackqueensgambit was Rooted.
Dark, grimy, and dust covered. This building was disgusting. This room, stifling.
The screams were muffed by a number of walls that simply blended into the hum of the electricity running. It was hard to think. To focus.
The golden scepter was gripped and fingers drummed along the leather handle. His eyes settled on the woman suddenly standing in front of him.
"You..."
"Woman."
He stepped closer, that sharpened object swaying out stretched before him.
"Staring at you is giving me a headache. Who are you... you..."
His words trail off as a flash of red outlines his lone purple eye. His face splits into a grin and his voice softens. His steps forward were slow and purposeful.
"Right... the Witch. The Emperor spoke about you. Don't move."
