The voice that comes from behind him sounds not unlike trumpets - not unlike, perhaps, the fanfare that announced Nero at every new location he visited in the cloud-cliffs, save for the words within the sound. It belongs to a dark-skinned, winged figure that almost certainly was not there a moment ago.
"Welcome, Nero tol Scaeva. We have much to discuss."
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The voice that comes from behind him sounds not unlike trumpets - not unlike, perhaps, the fanfare that announced Nero at every new location he visited in the cloud-cliffs, save for the words within the sound. It belongs to a dark-skinned, winged figure that almost certainly was not there a moment ago.
"Welcome, Nero tol Scaeva. We have much to discuss."