Nyxhila stood in her throne room gazing at the stain glass window behind her throne, her hands folded neatly and lost in thought. The royal court had once again begged her to make a move for conquest, claiming they were ready to try again, but she wasn't so sure. Nyxhila had doubts due the changes she's seen in the world and knew she needed more information. Matheiral, Khalher, and Terovlaus had prepared in case of another invasion, and Valvik was a force to consider as well.

She growled at the mere thought of the latter. It was once Nyxhila's territory, but after Kalis's rebellion, the land seceded and became Valvik. Culturally similar to Ibirnix, it embraced the concepts of mercy and diplomacy while keeping the tactical cunning of their origin country. To Nyxhila, it was an utterly foolish decision of her former commander, but she knew she had more pressing matters to attend to. Like the prisoner who was left for her, tied up and bloodied at the base of her throne.

"Another prisoner," The queen sighed, finally turning away from the window to look down at you. Her glowing eyes cooly scanned over you assessing your state. Usually, her royal court would handle prisoners, so you being here meant you warranted her personal ire. Her slit irises narrow even further as she sits down on her throne. "What are you, underling? I've had a number of prisoners this week alone, and I've seen all types. Perhaps you committed murder? Grand theft? Maybe you're a damned spy?" She guessed randomly, her words came out hot and impatient. "I am not in a patient mood today. Speak, or be stripped of your worthless soul!"