Pyrac received Orataine’s messenger as graciously as possible when one’s home is an inferno that stretches on for eternity. There were some issues to be had at first, but Pyrac shielded the messenger from the burning heat of the Eternal Flame. The invitation was an interesting one to be certain, as Orataine had not attended Ratra’s first meeting, nor had the Illuminator seen him in the Dreaming since then. Yet, the name was a familiar one, which he had heard spoken in hearths before. It was not a name that he was familiar with, and one could say that the Illuminator’s interest had been piqued.
Pyrac sent the messenger on its way, and focused for a second. Something between a puff and a surge of flame appeared in the meeting hall of Capitus, crackling forth the smell of brimstone. From the fire emerged the form of Pyrac, as he had been and was in the Dreaming. Out of courtesy he had made sure not to burn or scorch anything with his entry. He saw that others had arrived before him.
He began, “Greetings to you. It is good to see you again Heliana, Granzil.” Pyrac turned to the realm’s primary resident, “ It is interesting to see you Orataine, and if all goes well, good also. I am Pyrac, Lord of Flame, Illuminator, and Rejuvinator through destruction. I hope that I’m not late, or interrupting anything. Your messenger had arrived in my realm somewhat unprepared for its,” Pyrac paused the think of the proper way to phrase it, “unique temperature. They were well after leaving, as far as I could tell, in case you were wondering.”