Vokura Prime
Vokura sat up on his pallet. What an odd dream that had been... That old man had addressed not only him, but a larger audience it seemed. Who else was there? The content of the old man's speech had been concerning as well. It sounded almost like a prediction of doom for the empire, not that he typically took such claims seriously. After all, people had been forecasting doom for a long time now. Still, dreams could be funny things. This one seemed to reference how the last tyrannical emperor had been overthrown by his own daughter and personal guard. Laughable, his loyalty to the empire was absolute, no dream would call that into question.
Rising from the pallet, Vokura donned his armor and proceeded down to the chamber where the newly deposed dwarf king was held. The battle before had posed little difficulty, the dwarves no match for the beast onslaught. He was not the first bit weary from the events that had transpired. Emperor Throne was already there, getting an early start interrogating the dwarf. Holding his helmet in the crook of his arm, Vokura was content to look on passively and see what might unfold.