Lulea glanced around the throne room. It was arguably the brightest, most golden section of the sun she'd been in yet. Which was saying something, as the sun was proving to be so very bright and golden that she would happily live in a dark spot with no gold at all for the rest of her days.
And as a Sylph, she'd been given to understand that in most circumstances, the rest of her days would be a long, long time.
As she managed to focus her eyes on the throne before her, she saw that it had an occupant, a tall male Salamander who seemed to gleam almost as much as the room. It didn't take her much effort to guess who he was. "So," said Lord Hyperion, "this is Lady Etain's little... ally, hmm?"
Lulea's escort all fidgeted at this. "So far as we can tell," stated one.
Hyperion leaned forward. "Well, then, Sylph, answer me--are you in the employ of my brother? And has Etain betrayed me to serve him?"
Lulea gulped. "Ummm... I have no idea about any of this, and am badly out of my depth." She managed a hopeful smile. "How's that for an answer?"
"Take her to the oubliette!" declared Hyperion.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," said Lulea, glancing at the horribly bright floor.