The fierce crackles of fire lit up streets and large torches as a grand parade took place, gold coins and jewels and pearls were scattered across the floor as a gilded chariot pulled by slaves was passing through the town. The night was dark and the noise of praise and song was loud as every resident gathered to kneel as it passed, while others celebrated and decorated and cooked and ate. Inside the highly decorated golden seat was Lavinia herself, in heavy threaded robes lined with silk and intricate patterns. Her dark hair was folded into a detailed updo with a crown of iron and bone woven into the black strands. Her expression was stone cold, entire body radiating a prescence so overwhelming that you could feel it from a block away. Her nails lightly rapped at the side of her chair as she was carried forward for all to see.