King Eamon, a sturdy man with graying hair and a deep furrowed brow, stood resolute before the Phoenix Blood ruler. His brow was damp with sweat, partly from the intense heat of the room and partly from the weight of the message he was delivering.
"Azarath," Eamon began with a calm but urgent tone, "I've come to warn you. The path you are treading is a dangerous one. The vampire emperor will not tolerate your incursions. You know as well as I do that you're playing with fire—and I don't mean that lightly."
