Zianro raised an eyebrow slightly when Lilith leapt from her seat and landed next to him, peering closely at his blade, now that he had a good look at her he can figure out what she looked like better in the light of day. Almost as tall as himself, long light blue hair cascading down her entire back, with almost blue eyes to match it. She almost had an hourglass figure about her.
"What do you call your weapon, swordsman?" she asked as she began walking, thus signaling Zianro to follow her as well. But he felt like it would be rude to not give her an answer to her question as they walked. "Draconil, Blade of the Blessed Dragon." he had no other option then the truth. They were then joined by her guards and the second person who followed Lillith. He observed the walk to her castle silently, feeling more and more uneasy about deciding to win the battle. But he knew why he wanted to win, no, had to win. If he died, it ended the Male line of the Azura clan, and thus, the Bearers of Draconil as well. He didn't want that, and frankly, neither would his ancestors.
They had already entered her office when Zianro came back to the reality of things. He listened to their discussions of battles, who won, what was there to be done, etc. "P.O.W's?" he thought to himself. If The Madam's plans were anything like how he just went through, those poor folks who fought her would probably need to say their prayers.
"You may leave now, I want to figure out a name for my new pet. I like Jeffery." he heard her say with a chuckle as he glared slightly. "By Na'ari's forge...is she kidding me?!?" he thought. As soon as the lieutenant walked away Zianro breathed calmly, trying hard not to show any frustration the statement she said gave him.
"You already took my freedom, will you please allow me to keep the only dignity I have that is my name? It's Zianro Azura, ma'am." he had a feeling he was about to get off the wrong foot with her, but he just wanted to ask for simply just that small greivance of keeping his name. For if he was given another name, he'd forget who he is, and he didn't want to lose his identity.