Pacts and Promises

*The central chamber of the Sliver Citadel is lavishly decorated. Leaders of Velos’ various protectorates stand around the outer edges, silent witnesses. The air is rich with incense, though smells of a feast occasionally drift in from the next room. Braziers light and heat the room, flame orbs nestled in their claw like grasp.*

*Those assembled are silent. None are a stranger to the ceremony abut to be performed. Soon they will welcome another member to their ranks. Tonight will be a night of feasting and fellowship, and perhaps, even friendship.*

*Velos sits on a gilded dias, a red carpet leading to him. At a nod the door is opened, allowing the figure waiting behind them to enter. Velos’ voice fills the chamber.*

”Welcome Silvano Rae Lerc.“

*The dragon draws himself upright, presenting a regal figure.*

”Are you prepared to swear the Oath of Fealty?”