Camen was just that as far as many were concerned. A dog. The lapdog to the king of the gods, Titesso. A divine servant that acted only as his master demanded, to the point of driving others away. He'd turned in friends, family, high ranking officials, any who said an ill word towards the god king were given swift justice.

As such, few could stand being around Camen. No one quiet sure if he took the job to be left alone or if it was just an earned outcome to his life as a snitch and executioner.

Camen himself never spoke a word about it, choosing to let people say what they will. Letting them be polite to his face then cower away and avoid his gaze and keen hearing. Hiding behind his helm and serving dutifully day after day after day as the centuries past.

Nearly five thousand years of dutiful service as a sentry to the god king, enacting his will, when a new comer to the palace causes a stir for the first time in a long time. A maid that didn't cower away or hide, one that didn't keep conversations to a whisper or walk fast with her head down. One that while not doing anything wrong was...different. And Camen was determined to find out why.