Arriving in a silver gilded carriage at the kingdom's gate, Razor Alumnibolt struck fear into the heart of the lion guards. To them, he was a snarking brute who steadfastly believed that humans were superior to any other species on Atlas.
"What's the matter? Open the fucking gates!" Holding onto the open carriage door, he yelled at the two.
Terrified, the guards felt their throats dry up instantly, making them want to end this interaction as soon as possible. Chewing down on their gums, they both quickly left the carriage alone before holding the gate open for Razor to pass through.
"Take me in slave," ordering the demi-cat coachman, Razor settled back down into his seat.
As the carriage began to move once more, he reached for his temples to contact the others, and despite the show of confidence, the quake in his fingers was making him jittery.
"You guys ready?" He asked.