His bare right hand holds a brilliant longsword forged by equally brilliant smiths from a time out of time. His left hand wears a steel gauntlet, its lining of red velvet just peeking out. He sits on the back of a dragon, one of his many appointed judges, in a saddle of epic workmanship. His face is stern, serious, and when he raises his gauntlet in warning, his countenance asks the silent question: Is your cause just? Sword and dragon await the reply.
