Somewhere in the northern part of the 2nd martial continent, a certain masked magician, sporting a scaly silver tail and antlers, was sitting quietly inside a carriage as she struggled to undo the restraints on her arms and legs.
"We have arrived Sir!" The coachmen spoke.
"Very good!" The man the scaly Nox was staring daggers at spoke in a light tone.
"Now! Remember to behave yourself little Nox!"
"Call me little again old man! I dare you!"
"Stop calling me 'old man'! Call me grandpapa!"
"NEVER!!!"
To be continued.