Basille was dozing, his breathing even, a light trickle of smoke vapour escaping his nostrils on the outward breath. As he breathed in he smelt the scent of someone outside his den.
He lazily opened one eye as a knock sounded on the vast wooden doors. He watched as his lovely wife, Kysenia, went and talked through the door. She turned and looked at him, seeing one glowing eye peering at her, she smiled and approached him.
“My Lord, a vassal is here from the human realm concerning the information you were seeking.”
Basille opened his other eye and stretched his neck, flaring out his wings.
“Enter!” He boomed in a commanding voice, it echoing round the cavernous room that housed his gigantic form.
The doors were opened by his guards and a man dressed in a suit walked in nervously. Kysen
