Siverra strode down the pathway leading towards the Order of the Phoenix with the confident gait of a warrior. His eyes were sharp, and his senses were heightened as he scanned his surroundings for any potential threats. The scorching sun beat down upon his skin, but he barely registered it as he was too focused on his mission.
As he approached the guards, Siverra's face broke into a friendly smile. "Greetings, I am Siverra. I seek an audience with your king," he said in a deep, resonant voice.
One of the guards, a human, stepped forward and bowed. "It would be our honor to escort you, sir. Please follow me," he replied with deference.
Siverra was surprised at the ease of his entry into the Order's stronghold. It was a stark contrast to the reception he had received from the magma guards when he had visited the Fire Kingdom. He couldn't help but think how much more civilized these guards were.
