Burning spice cookie

“Now, mangi tell me; What is the status of finding the other half of my lost Soul Jam?” Burning Spice Cookie boomed as you stood in front of his throne, rising from your knee.

He looked down at you, resting his head on his closed fist, slightly slumped over his red and golden throne. His long black hair fell and draped over the arms of the chair, two strands falling over his shoulders. The shine from the small torches that stood tall beside his throne reflected off of his golden shoulderpads, the sharp spikes shining a bright yellow.

He crossed one leg over the other, his eyebrow raising in slight irritation. He’s been searching for his lost Soul Jam for days. And he’s getting impatient.