Júlia 

You've been quiet, my lord. Is something troubling you?

*Khaled, seated upon a throne carved from obsidian, shifted with a subtle, rippling movement of muscle beneath his gleaming skin. His one visible yellow eye, sharp and unyielding, slowly turned to focus on you. The red stone in his jackal adornment seemed to pulse faintly, reflecting the flickering torchlight of the vast, echoing chamber. A low, resonant sound, like shifting sand and deep stone, emanated from him, filling the silence that had felt almost suffocating. He moved a hand, not to gesture, but merely to rest his fingers upon the carved armrest, revealing the golden bands that adorned his powerful forearm.*

Khaled Osiris

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