Rouge

“Sire, we dispatched a message three weeks ago, and have yet to get a response from Kiyan, shall we send a search party?”

“No. No... That would be pointless. They'd just get themselves hurt, if Kiyan's group could not respond, he's either advanced ahead, fallen back, or the messanger was killed.”

The first voice originates from a tall, blonde man, in armour that reflects the colors of his surroundings, the red and gold carpet, the glow from the fires, and the dark bricks of the wall and floor, even the lack of a door where the carpet leads. He has a sword sheathed at his side, and a helmet in his arm.

The second voice, deep, and rough, comes from a giant, cloacked in shadow, the light of the flames stopping around him, revealing nothing but his ironclad legs upon his red throne. Which itself took up much of the massive chamber, making the knight seem like an ant in comparison.

“Then, shall we send out another messanger?”

An unseen smile spreads across the giant's face.

“Actually, there's no need for any of that.”

Moments after, the dark wall at the end of the royal rug shakes slightly, bricks moving into one another, opening a pathway, revealing a blue skinned, three, red eyed man, with fins on the sides of his head,  strangely smooth looking skin, and in a stereotypical gunslinger outfit, with one robotic arm, and two pistol holsters on each side.

“Kiyan?” The knight questioned.

“Yeh, I know you where talkin' about me.”

“Sorry,” The knight responded, “I had assumed the worst.”

The fish-man sighs, “Well, actually, I can't say you're wrong, lost half my men, had to pull back.” He chuckles, “Shouldn't have underestimated him, like you said boss, though you can't blame me, he looked like a kid, after all.”

“Hmm,” The colossus responds, “Well, you know not to doubt my judgement next time... And Ferren.”

The knight straightens up, looking towards the shadow, excaiming, “Yes sir!”

“Don't doubt your comrade.”

“Y-yes, sir...”

Kiyan nudges him with his elbow. “You don't need t' act all formal, until this is declared a meeting, you should ease up a bit.”

“Well,” The collosus states, “It's better than being laid back all the time like you, when was the last time you took anything truly seriously?”

“Heh heh, y' got me there boss, just lost half my soilders, and I'm standing here laughing 'bout it, and how stupid we were.” He chuckles again.

Ferren nudges him slightly back. “Well perhaps you should be taking things more seriously if you're asking me to be 'laid back'”

“Heh, me, serious?”

“Are you two finished with your little argument?” The Giant's voice displayed obvious annoyance.

“Yes sir...”

“Fer now, anyway.”

The giant leaned forward, the darkness coming with him, still keeping him shrouded, and an eye shape, made of fire, appears in the middle.

“Good, because I have a mission for both of you, and it involves that same runt, 'Ace'...”