Slaves in the Empire of the Drowning Sun [IC]

[Quantumphear]

From a shadowy corner Salvos lights his lamp, bringing him and Oromus into view as he carefully pads forward before extending into a luxurious bow.

"Good evening. Please, forgive my prudence - Discretion is the better part of valor, as the wise say. I trust you will not object if my manservant accompanies us to keep us safe?"

His soft and apologetic words sharply contrast with his appearance; in the flickering light, looming head and shoulders above a regular human, he is somewhat of an imposing figure, even without the heavily armed centaur standing behind him.