Maqi.
Three beefy women wearing clean, shaggy beast hides that had a sweet scent to them escorted a man adorned in a fine robe of darkness.
Perhaps the word 'escort' gave the impression that the man in the robe was being given a graceful courtesy, but this was far from the truth. The women around him, while pretty and blissfully underdressed by normal standards, showed not even a lick of respectful regard to the man.
Their only desire was to rip him to shreds should he make any movement they deemed out of line.
The man didn't mind the hostility.
He figured the women escorting him had grown even more wary of him since he hadn't featured the miniature, glowing jewel above his head or the constantly squirming, star-shaped shadow under his feet half an hour ago.
He grinned mildly.
Skullius was escorted into a massive hall.