This is from my workbook - it's demonstrations of scenes that show me how my characters are supposed to work.

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Argnax sat, slumped in his throne in human form, looking disheveled.  "Brutaka.  Is that you?" he croaked feebly.  Brutaka strode into the light.  The throne chamber was more quiet than he had ever heard it before.  Just the two of them were there, in the ancient hall.  It's walls were studded with hollow gems for fire.  It's ceiling was held up by hundreds of pillars.  Sunlight streaked in rectangles from massive holes in the ceiling.  When they hit the floor, they formed a majestic tile representation of DragonSpine's coat of arms, a circle enclosing three mountains, two of which were smaller, and the third towering in the middle, with the sun rising behind it.  It was built in such a way that only at sunset the golden light came streaking into it.

Brutaka stood there, in the gray passage.  The shadows cast all his visage but his mouth into shadows.  His mouth was open, showing his teeth.  He was panting heavily, as if he'd just run a race.  Then he threw the bronze sword in his hand, piercing Argnax through the heart.  "Forgive me, Argnax" he managed, then fled the empty chamber with the corpse bubbling black liquid upon the floor.