Inside the chamber, she sees a single figure sitting on a throne carved out of marble. It's easily close to seven feet tall, and covered in blood red scales. It, or rather he, has massive horns adorning his head, and a large pair of wings on his back. Since he's wearing no shirt, she can see his hard, toned muscles, and a very large bulge in his pants. He has pink skin on his belly, and his feet end in four large, clawed digits. His hands have five, however. He's got bright, almost glowing amber eyes, which are trained on them like a laser.
"Iroan. You are back. How did it go?" The beast asks, sitting up in the throne from his slouching position.
"Good, my king. The crew of the ship is dead, and the weapons ours. I have already tasked a crew with retrieval of both ship and weapons." Iroan says.
"I see. And these two are...?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at Zalia and Carr. He didn't exactly have eyebrows, but something that looked like a tiny ridge of spikes.