Chuluun had heard of Tahira Qiul'kovesh, the supposed "Ashen Hound", the Wolf of the Roses, and the Head Inquisitor of the Eternal House. The sultan was knowledgeable of her many triumphs throughout history, her status as a hero amongst the people. The Ysstmar had even heard that she wore the scales of his brethren as a trophy. But the reptile no longer trusted the judgement of those who were content in settling in their own accrued filth, like the crowds of fools he found himself surrounded by in the streets of Nirvana, and thus, he wished to see what she was truly like with his own eyes. If incompetence had even infiltrated the Inquisitorius of the Eternal House, then he was going to have to consider a rather violent restructuring. And so, he had taken the Centipede Railway to the Eternal Expanse and had one of its many outstations reserved for their meeting. Once he had arrived, he had ensured that the place was in order before he had settled down and started to write a letter that was to be sent to Tahira and notify her that he wanted the mer to be present.
To Tahira Qiul'kovesh,
I have heard of your rather exceptional feats, including your skills and ferocity with a blade, the discovery of a new magic art, your various triumphs across time and your long service to the Eternal House. But previously, with some rather disheartening discoveries along the way, I desired to hear such claims from the woman herself. I wish to meet with you, to sit down and have a drink whilst we familiarize with one another, warrior to warrior. You will want to hear what I want to share with you. I await your arrival.
After writing the brief letter, the sultan let out a faint, weary sigh before calling upon one of the House's many servants to receive the parchment and deliver it to the head inquisitor. Once the servant had arrived, took the letter and went on their way to deliver it to Tahira, the sultan had grabbed an unopened bottle of arak and two glasses from a nearby cabinet before setting it down on a table in between two chairs facing one another. However, instead of seating himself, the king would walk over to the outstation's balcony instead. He waited on that veranda, overseeing the vast expanse of the Eternal House's various wombs of scientific advancement and institutes dedicated to the furthering of knowledge. But that's not why he chose to meet the inquisitor here. It was the lack of congestion, the distance away from that wretched city and it's foul inhabitants. So, he had decided that this place would be more suitable for such a meeting, as the lack of the ignorant crowds would help him keep a clear head on his shoulders. And so, Chuluun had begun to bide his time, those raging flames within his eyes glaring across the Eternal Expanse from that piazza as he stood still both silently and patiently.