"Kneel in my presence, mortal firecaller, and pray tell what insolence has brought weakness to my tower and temple?" The man looked as nothing more than a demon, and he may as well have been, by his temper. Great in size, with coal black skin mottled with cracks of glowing crimson, his short horns jutted but an inch above his angry visage and bare head. Huge and razor sharp nails tapped into the arm of a throne of obsidian, scoring it deeper and hotter with force and flame. The very air around the beast rippled with power and heat, and the immense curved scimitar of bronze leaning against the seat burned with hunger for fresh blood and battle.
Across the vaulted and pillared hall kneeled a young man, slight and fragile in comparison, clad only in simple hooded robes of russet, a small blue-bladed knife tucked neatly in the sash. "O great Djinn, I have come seeking the counsel of the King of Flame and to learn what wisdom he has occasion to impart upon a meager magician of Philosophus grade." With this, Caduceus rose and allowed the cowl to fall back, revealing his faintly bearded jaw and piercing eyes.
"Philosophus!?" the monster thundered, reaching for his blade as he stood. "I see before me a mere mewling neophyte, begging for scraps to which he has no claim! The Great Salamander has no call to heed impetuous dabblers!" The elemental roared in ire, cleaving the air before him even as his sword burst to flame. The earth rumbled and where he struck, a jet of conflagration erupted. Djinn charged forward, screaming, "Prove your worth, human!"
And the young magician immediately began to question his master's wisdom in sending him to incite the creature's rage, even as he called up the power to, hopefully, rebuff the King.