Somewhere in the south
Inside a luxurious mansion with glass walls.
"Do my eyes play tricks on me so? Your royal highness!! Is this you?!"
Drax clamped his hand over the old man's mouth. "Shhh, don't announce my presence, Corvin."
The elder, Corvin, was a sparrow beastman. He nodded frantically, his eyes wide with astonishment. As Drax stepped back, he lunged and pulled Drax into an embrace.
"I believed you dead!" Corvin exclaimed, holding Drax tightly as if making sure he was alive and not a hallucination. "You look well, your highness. Where have you been all this time? It's been—"
Drax shook his head and respectfully stepped back. "It doesn't matter where I've been. All that matters is I've come home, and this time I'm ready for my duties."
Corvin, excited as he was, slowly shook his head. "Your highness, come with me." He said, leading Drax to his personal office. Inside, Corvin served some southern wine and both he and Drax sat on a luxurious black sofa.
