Judge sat inside a dark room, the only source of light was a kerosene lamp that seemed to contain too many mechanical components for a simple lamp. Contrary to the house, the lamp had a proper steampunk aesthetic.
Seraphis sat opposite to him on the small round table, setting the scene as if he had taken up divination as a problem solver and was trying to get answers from her.
She put a wooden mug on the table, the rim was made of some golden metal, but it was not gold, probably brass. Why was it getting more steampunk all of a sudden? He was seriously starting to question the pacing and world building.
"Now! Judge, focus" Seraphis gave him a sharp gaze, one that spelled trouble. "You are a dragon, so naturally you are powerful"
