Burrhen City, noon-time.
Lord Burrhen descended upon the roof of a weathered sandstone building, a pair of dark wings folding into his back like shadows retreating from the dawn. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man. A man that reeked of authority that had been part of him since he learned how to walk.
He was pissed.
Lord Burrhen was very busy with refining his newly gained territory, but now, he had been forced to come here to handle another problem.
Why did he have subordinates if he had to look after everything himself?
Shining Black had even caused a small commotion!
His face turned utterly gloomy as he looked down at the streets below.
He could see a man and two ladies being surrounded by a crowd.
"What is going on?" Burrhen asked, looking towards Shining White, who had appeared behind him in a puff of smoke. "I told you to not cause any commotion."