He came without a sound, not even his boots made any sound across the exquisite marble floor as he came up behind his apprentice, Malia, and spoke to her in his normal gruff and baritone rumble.
"How goes your progress with your training, my apprentice?"
The Emperor of Panatha wore a thick black tunic with a silver trim, several silver buttons running alongside the fabric, and a pendant of the Panathan Empire fastened to his left breast of his tunic. On both of his hands he wore stylish black leather gloves that rid up to his upper forearms covering the arms of his tunic, and had combat spikes on each knuckle of the glove. A maroon leather belt was fastened tightly across his waist by a silver belt buckle that displayed the crest of his family. His groin, hips, and legs were covered by a pair of dark gray military trousers typical of a military commander of the Old Empire, and was tucked into his pair of shin-high leather combat boots. A black cloak with a scarlet underside was fastened to each shoulder and billowed behind him menacingly.
His hair was as it had always been, long and flowing past his shoulders while his beard and mustache had been left to grow more and more over the course of these past few days, and his eyes twinkled with an unspoken amusement at something yet unknown. A circlet of onyx and ruby sat perched atop his brow, firmly completing his regal, yet militaristic, look as the supreme leader of the Epicanthix people.
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