He drubs his fingers on his sword. "Would a personal guard work? Or some kind of, 'magically enslaved' monster? What can you do with your fire, Yalanilue? Can you only use your Dragonfire, or are you a pyromancer?"
Yalanilue raises her eyebrows at her given name being used, then she shrugs. “I’m also a fire elemental, so yes. What can I do with my fire? Just about everything and anything.”
Yalanilue shrugs. "I'm only entirely used to hearing my name, to be honest. Only my king would call us by name, but among the ranks, we always gave each other nicknames." She grins at the memory. "They were like code names that had meaning to each other beyond who they would refer to."
He chuckles. "If you must have me appear to be, 'enslaved', fine. But not to you. Yalanilue, would you mind making some flaming chains on my neck, wrists, and ankles? To make it appear as if I've been shackled?"
Yalanilue smirks. "Why not? I'd be a great master." She winks playfully, then shrugs. "Fine." She flicks a finger lazily and Arz is bound in flaming chains. She clears her throat softly and crosses her arms as she looks away.
"I can feel your presence in these flames." He twirls one on his finger, his armor heating, the fires awareness seeping into his form. A tiny amount of his necromancy seeps into the flames, making them flicker black for a moment.