The Warning of The Dragon

POV Brown:

The man in brown walked down a long corridor of black marble and basalt. The arches and columns supported the vaulted ceiling above his head, decorated with brass ornaments.

His heart was all the way in his stomach from the stress. It was the day he was finally going to submit his work, 'If I mess up, losing my opportunity will be the best outcome.'

He just kept walking and walking, but the corridor stretched deeper under the ground. It was lengthy, and he couldn't even begin to see its end, 'How deep into the volcano this leads?'

Everywhere his eyes fell were guards, their horns long and curled, with their red capes pristine clean as if they were just sewn. It was evident they were some kind of an honor guard.

He could feel their gazes upon him, constantly watching, ready to strike him down just at the sign of him stirring trouble.