"You're finally here." A man with long white hair and three horns, two from the front part of his head and the last from the back. The light creases at the side of his eyes and his thick short beard couldn't indicate his age.
He looked like a man in his fifties but he was actually over two hundred years old. His hands had scales with long claws, making them more beast-like than human.
He stood on a round platform. Behind him was a wall with armoured figures carved into it. A broken staircase was before him and a young man with two horns and short white hair reluctantly ascended this staircase to meet with him.
One of the young man's horns was bigger than the other. "Don't tell me you called me here to lecture me about these dead men again." The young man clenched his teeth, his frustration evident in his glare.
The older man turned to the wall. "Do you know what the third horn blast signifies?"
