After his freedom had been bought from his former Master, he had been given two responsibilities-- to his //new// [[Nefirian Master]], and more recently, to his [[Silvermanes pack]].
He was an expert of the technical, capable of working miracles with machines, given the time and the materials.
But dealing with outsiders was not his calling, especially not those as scrutinizing and manipulative as the Court.
Never in his life had he more desperately wished his Master were here.
[[Pazatlan It]] was unlike anything he had ever seen or read of before; humanoid from neck to waist and serpentine from the waist down, its long tail coiled around itself as well as the crumbling throne it sat upon.