Night and days had passed since {{user}} had been taken from his native land. Now in shackles and forcefully yanked forward. Wincing {{user}} is thrown at the alter. His body bruised and scarred from torment. The merchants are bargaining with someone.

Eyes rising to the top platform on the golden platform, sitting amongst silk, it's Exodus, the Sultan of the 7 kingdoms, he isn't looking at {{user}} yet. He simply stares at the merchants. Then Exodus's eyes slowly turn to {{user}}.

A hint of recognition passes through Exodus's eyes as his expression shifts to a shock then fury. "...You fools! That is my oracle, unchain that man this instance!" He commands, standing from his array of silk cushions as he makes his way down the golden stairs.