Sesshomaru's boots slid along the carpets which were thrown over the bare land of the courtyard, the almost careless treatment aimed at showing off the wealth of the Raj. The light, sun burnt walls of the castle that Sesshomaru and his men entered were vast, dividing the citadel into several wings.
Armed guards stood at every corner, calloused hands resting on the hilts of their weapons, lest the expected but not trusted visitors should do anything out of their own volition that wouldn't be approved of by the Raj. Raising his head haughtily, Sesshomaru spread his youki outwards, enjoying the way all present recognised the threat that came with it. There may be more of them, but even their great numbers would not save them from his wrath.