Taku King's residence
The Taku King, clad in a feathered headdress that seemed to dwarf even Takoda's imposing frame, sat upon a throne formed from the gnarled roots of an ancient tree. Vines, thick as pythons, snaked across the walls, pulsing with an eerie, internal light. The King himself radiated a palpable aura of power, his gaze sharp and unwavering.
"My King," Takoda boomed, "I brought the strangers from the sky. They speak of peaceful intentions and seek your audience."
The King's eyes, dark and unreadable, settled upon Rachel and her companions. It was as if he were weighing their very souls, judging their worth with a single glance.
"They tread upon the sacred ground with their metal beast," the King's voice, when he finally spoke, was a low rumble, resonating with the thrumming energy that seemed to permeate the very air. "What brings them to the heart of the Taku?"
