"I hate walking through these tunnels" the Man thinks to himself. The informants have just brought in valuable information that the Master needs to see.
As he scurried onwards, he caught glimpses of hooded figures in the side rooms he past, so sitting in groups whispering amongst each other, others practicing spellcraft or dueling. He feared these people and their abilities, there was a reason he stayed with the other lowlifes employed by the Master, he felt superior among them, he was the one looked up to.
He entered a sloping passage, the sides spread beyond his fingertips into a large cavern. In the center were three tables, forming question U shape with a large chair in the center. Beyond that there was a raised stone platform, with stairs leading to its top on all sides. On the together was a earthen rug, that may have once been of value but was one soiled with the dirt of the caves. Upon the rug there were two thrones, a smaller one, which had sat empty for many years now, and a slightly larger one, which held a giant of a man, a crown upon his brow. His face was noble, but wrinkled from age and a long scar defending down his cheek. Two armored men stepped forward to intercept the Man, but were motioned away by. The Man bravely stepped from, knelt on his knee, and spoke with reverence,
"We have found him, my Lord." The cloaked figure turns his head from the book he was reading to the newcomer.
"Who have you found" replies a low, echoing voice.
"The one the prophesy spoke of, the one who is to defeat you in final battle." Silences descends upon the room, drowning out all sound but it's own sorrowful cry.
"You know what to do, bring him to me now, while he is still young and weak. He has not yet been trained and if the prophesy is true, then victory is not assured to us in the final battle. But if we can defeat him now, then how will it come to pass?"
The Man bows his head before retreating, and replies, "As you wish, my Lord, your will be done."
