(continued from The Great Ones Beneath)
Since at least the (now human-looking) dragon followed, Tytus continued to walk down the road toward the palace. The scent of burning incense continued to grow in the air. From the crest of a small hill, a multitude of people appeared.
Some in the front appeared as soldiers – armed with a mix of swords and polearms. Those with plate armor sported a draconic flare in their attire. Robed clergymen with golden staves were mixed into the group.
The horns from the palace continued to blow. The priests chanted something in unison beneath the sound.
Tytus continued to walk forward until he spotted one member of the clergy in the center. A priestess dressed in black robes and headdress. Gold jewelry adorned her attire everywhere. She too wielded a golden staff – with a halo at the tip.
Upon seeing her, Tytus knelt to the ground.
“Your Eminence!” Tytus said.
Unlike Aivrid, the priestess before him was a being Tytus knew to obey.
The soldiers and priests stopped. The priestess looked at Tytus, and then to all of those that had followed.
Her lips parted to voice, “Are these the foreigners that appe̴ared?”
The chanting of the other priests continued.
“I heard there was a dŕag̵on,” the priestess added.
Aivrid Jane Nathanael McCallister Tir'Coatl