Champa sat on a large golden throne, one hand supporting his head as the other's fingers drummed idly on the arm rest. He wore his usual attire, loose-fitting pants and a decorative collar around his neck and shoulders, both made of fine silks, his arms adorned with gold bands. "You had better have a good reason to come before me, mortal!" He boomed, his soft belly hanging over the waistband of his pants as he sat up straighter. "I don't like to be annoyed."