Vel Osgen
"The Demon King, huh?" Siena said the words as he stared at the man behind the bars, her expression neutral as he looked up at her. A wry smile touched his face, the chains around his throat and tied to his hands rattling slightly as he slowly shook his head. He had the look of a wolf about him even now, wrapped in steel and collared like a pet hound. There was something about him that screamed danger.
Even to Siena.
Barrin of the First sounded like a man who was sitting on a throne, instead of languishing in a cell. The way he conducted himself, the composure within his voice. There was not a semblance of fear, or even mild concern. From the way Barrin was their positions might as well have been reversed. Siena in the cell, and he lording over her.
It was utterly infuriating.
Siena had to work to keep her face straight as she stared at the man. Lips thinned for a brief moment, and then she cleared her throat. "Barrin, First Level Dreadlord formerly of House Virak. For crimes against the Republic of Vel Anir you are to be transported and tried at the Court House of Vel Osgen."
For a brief moment she paused, then continued. "Do you understand?"
Barrin said, pushing himself up against the wall and standing. The chains around his throat seemed to stretch slightly, rattling as the man stood to his full height. That air of arrogance did not go away, in fact it only seemed to grow as he loomed over Siena and the others. A frown touched her lips, and briefly she wondered if he knew something that she didn't.
"Get him out of the cell." The Lieutenant said with a motion to her companions.
"The Demon King, huh?" Siena said the words as he stared at the man behind the bars, her expression neutral as he looked up at her. A wry smile touched his face, the chains around his throat and tied to his hands rattling slightly as he slowly shook his head. He had the look of a wolf about him even now, wrapped in steel and collared like a pet hound. There was something about him that screamed danger.
Even to Siena.
"I always hated that name, but it's not the worst name to be known by. Is it?"
Barrin of the First sounded like a man who was sitting on a throne, instead of languishing in a cell. The way he conducted himself, the composure within his voice. There was not a semblance of fear, or even mild concern. From the way Barrin was their positions might as well have been reversed. Siena in the cell, and he lording over her.
It was utterly infuriating.
Siena had to work to keep her face straight as she stared at the man. Lips thinned for a brief moment, and then she cleared her throat. "Barrin, First Level Dreadlord formerly of House Virak. For crimes against the Republic of Vel Anir you are to be transported and tried at the Court House of Vel Osgen."
For a brief moment she paused, then continued. "Do you understand?"
"I understand."
Barrin said, pushing himself up against the wall and standing. The chains around his throat seemed to stretch slightly, rattling as the man stood to his full height. That air of arrogance did not go away, in fact it only seemed to grow as he loomed over Siena and the others. A frown touched her lips, and briefly she wondered if he knew something that she didn't.
"Get him out of the cell." The Lieutenant said with a motion to her companions.