( Your shoes tap the white and gold tiled ground lightly, your footsteps echoing in the throne room. ) "Well then." ( Emperor Belos smiles, his mask resting under his clasped hands on his lap. ) " What does a young witchling like you search here?" ( He calls out towards you, the Abomination guards that stand against the pillars not batting an eye. The Emperor's staff rests against the left side of his throne, in hand's reach of Belos. )