Soranto flew onward through the skies, bound to get there before the dawning of night. The dragon kept going focused on the mission.He didn't even consider slowing down until the gremlin spoke, forty seven minutes later. 

"We need to land, the city ahead is my home."  Vamier told the dragon. 

Soranto slowed down then landed them right outside of Depheria. 

Once both the gremlin and empress dismounted, the gremlin looked at the dragon.

"Thank you Soranto and welcome to my home land." The gremlin told him, the dragon simply nodded to him.

The empress stood on her tip toes, trying to get a good view of Depheria. The small city was filled with huts that looked like small towers with a huge gold tower in the middle of the city. There were even a few shops scattered around the other huts. 

"Come empress, I'll take you to see my home." Vamier offered. 

"Sure, that would be nice." She replied. 

               The two walked into the city, she saw a few gremlins, gargoyles and gnomes roaming the streets, they all kept bowing to them.

"What do you do for a living here?" The empress asked him.

"I'm the prince of Depheria. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I couldn't reveal it to outsiders. There have been a few reports of greed demons after royal creatures." Vamier explained, then took in a deep breath. 

"You're a prince? I never would have guessed it." The empress replied, a little shocked. 

"Good I didn't want anyone to figure it out." 

"I can understand." She replied.

"Come then, I'll show you to my home." He told her.

"What one is yours?" She asked.

"The gold one, of course." He replied.

"I suppose I could have guessed that one." She told him.

They stopped at the front door of the gold tower hut and rang the bell.  A moment later the door was slowly opened by a dwarf sized gnome.

"Sire you're home." The butler exclaimed.

"Phil good to see you are well. This is Ralvania the empress." He told the servant.

"Good to meet you miss." Phil replied.

"Good to meet you too." She answered.

           "Where is the queen?" Vamier asked, wishing to see his mother.

"Fallen ill sire." Phil told him.

"Dying?" Vamier asked.

"No, not yet. She's putting up a tremendous fight." 

"Where is she now?" Vamier demanded.

"The royal bedchamber sire." Phil answered.

"Excuse me Empress." Vamier told her.

"Yes of course go to her." The empress replied.