In the darkness of an ancient underground dungeon, a single man walks over the rubble to an open space that looks like an ancient tomb.
"Mazikeen! I know you're here, show yourself!" He calls out.
As he steps in, a serpent slithers over the ceiling. "So you've finally come...little one." Its voice echoes in a hissing tone.
"Little one?"
He walks around with his head looking up, trying to follow the length of the horrifically giant snake. From the tip of its tail, he follows the brown scales and black patterns all the way to the head that was suddenly behind him.
A head the size of his own body. "You believe yourself grown? You are the youngest of your brothers, are you not?" Her hissing continues as her head circles around him with her tongue uncontrollably escaping her mouth.
"I am not inferior to my brothers."
"That is not what I said, my Lord." She says, "Why have you come?"
