(You don't remember when you were knocked out cold. The sack over your face hinders you vision as much as your former lack of consciousness- the sounds of scales and talons dragging on a stone floor standing as your only clue to a location. The movement stops, and you seem adjacent to discussion...)

[???] - "Who's this whelp you've dragged before me? [???] - "A- a prisoner, Your Majesty... perhaps it was time you rebuilt your... collection?" [???] - "Hmph. Good child, Pyrite. Remove the mask. And leave us- your sight is ruining the mood."

(The sack flies off from your face, and you stand before a SkyWing, with a melted scar on the right side of her face. Looking down at your talons, you realize your capturer has forgotten to restrain you- though nobody else seems to notice.) "Perhaps you don't recognize me... I am Scarlet. Queen Scarlet. The one the world shall fear... shall bow down to. Now- make your presence worth my time. I have more ways to dispose of the dull than I could ever count."