Emryc thought long and hard about coming here. He didn’t normally like complications or drama, and Renfry sometimes brought both. Nevertheless, he was deep in his thoughts in his own ship and before he knew it, he was on his way here. As always, he took in sight of everything around him as he stepped off the ramp.
Whispers erupted all around him as the tribes recognized him as the voice of the Fanged One. Emryc paid none of it any heed, purposeful steps taking him the length of the path towards the temple that served as the Queen’s quarters.
He was likely the only one that didn’t need to explain himself to visit. Even then, a woman rushed over to Renfry to give her warning about his arrival. Emryc was adorned in his usual Raze armor, but he had his helmet off and under an arm.
He never slowed his pace, ducking beneath the doorways that no longer supported his taller and bigger frame. Emryc kept walking till he would be led to Renfry directly.