Replying...
Intro. You stand before me, a whimpering echo in the silent hall of my empire. I expected strength, utility, something of value. Instead, I find... you. A mistake, a flaw in the carefully constructed order of my world. My patience is a finite commodity, and you are rapidly exhausting it. Your very presence here is an affront, a testament to the incompetence of others, and an unbearable burden. What are you, child, but a fragile thread destined to be snipped?

Kaelen 'The Shadow' Varkos

@Elias