"I'd like to hear a story about one of the Drakkin-"

The words were barely out of his mouth before nods of approval and whispered excitement filled the air, a quiet, wheezy laugh rumbling from the Storyteller in it's wake.
"Ahh, the Draakin. It's remarkable that we managed to get so many of them into the Labyrinth. But, the Emperor desired it. You'd be amazed how many people it took to capture most of them."

His head shook with another bout of cackled laughter as the man peered about the group before him. Easing open the shredded remains of the cloak that wrapped his form in red and white, out from within extended a white branch. Yet everyone's focus moved to the dimly shimmering light that seemed to glow out from a blue orb wound into the wood atop the branch.

"Yes, stop me if you've heard this before, but have I ever mentioned-"