"Lord Vakratunda, we have learned of an anomaly that has infiltrated the continent of Kiriket."
Within an absolutely enormous structure at the very epicentre of the capital city of the Nation of Minala, the home of the Gajanan Clan was a council of elephant men.
Their teeth had been partially turned into tusks while their ears grew long and droopy, turning into flaps that resembled flaps. Their upper halves were bare, covered in all manner of ornaments with many a strange symbol, while their lower halves were covered by a long, wide single-piece cloth fashioned into a garment with a sophisticated bind and knot.
They stood before a throne, of sorts.
A throne made of tusk.
Upon it was a man with a protruding belly.
His head was that of an elephant.
He sat cross-legged on his throne, indulging himself in a plate of a form of traditional sweets native to the Gajanan Clan as his trunk reached out, stretching to grasp more to feed himself.
