"Are the papers in order?" Bargrux asked his advisor as they walked down the stone steps.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Good, you can go now," Bargrux replied as he nodded his head. "This is a momentous occasion for our people."
Bargrux felt the temperature rising as his advisor left him. 'Seven emissaries. I haven't had much of a chance to test my new status. It's the perfect opportunity to understand my limits.' A red glow appeared ahead of him as he fixed a solemn expression on his face.
As he turned the corner, the stairway opened into a cavernous hall. The great dwarven forges were alight and producing tremendous heat as the craftspeople prepared weapons of war. Bargrux grinned as he saw the emissaries wearing concerned expressions as they studied the scene while waiting for him.
"Hm, it's a magnificent sight. Isn't it?" Bargrux said as he approached them.
