A proud arcanai stood with their head high, and their crown sigil even higher. The crown glowed in the dim light as they lazily looked around the room, piercing red eyes surrounded by golden scalara found nothing of interest. Their ears swiveled from their normal position of facing to the side, to point forward, revealing a molten lava pattern on the inner side of the ears. One could almost follow the pattern as it came down their face and jawline disappearing into the scales adorning their...