"Being on top is never the best place to be. The ones that hold the real power are the ones behind the scenes that get things done. The advisers and officials that pass the word of the ruler. But we are getting side tracked, the stage should be set by now." Darrian reaches behind the throne and the slides off it. In one hand is a stout staff carved with marks of power and capped with metal. With his other hand he slips on a pair of darkened glasses. "We'll have to go out side for a bit, the Loft isn't connected as one structure. We'll have a brief tour as we go." He starts toward the door on the opposite side as the mirror, the same one the servants left. With out waiting to see if any one follows he stops at the door, takes a breath and composes himself before stepping out with a jovial, good natured smile. Outside he waits in the shade of some trees until every one is outside. All around various creatures and beings wander among the stone buildings looking at stalls and shops. Shopkeeps, performers, cleaners and other staff wander around helping the customers. The streets are well shaded with trees of various types and over hangings. Plenty of fountains keep the air cool and offer refreshment. One every one exits he starts off, pointing out what the various buildings are and the services other then marketing on the way. There are the various offices needed to run the place, shops, taverns, combat training arena, healing house, the teleportation net work building, the libraries and the building they walk up to, the auditorium. Inside has been cleared, the seats moved to the wall, tables piled up, curtains to the stage open and on the stage itself an ivory statue. "Ladies and gentle entities, to you I present, Wade." Darrian bows with alarm extended to the statue.