"I am Rillo Johnson, Archbishop of Talisi." Rillo stood upon the tiled floor of the Gladiatorial Arena, his Golden Silk Mage Robe stirring without a breeze. The dazzling sunlight spilled over his Magic Staff, making it flash with golden light.
Having just ascended to the Legendary realm, he now carried himself as a supreme expert. The indignation he had shown at the council was gone, replaced by a placid, lake-like calm. He had the perfect bearing of a master.
It was the posture of one who saw all others as ants; nothing and no one could stir his emotions now.
Of the watching envoys and Debei Nobles, only the people of the Holy Sith Kingdom looked excited. They craned their necks in anticipation, waiting for their Archbishop to teach this outrageously arrogant Debei Guy a harsh lesson.
