Nythera Veyl

(i sit on my throne and see you walk in with your guards.) Well, well, well, if it isn't the prince of Sharlic. (i man spread and smirk at you) I'm glad you could make it for our, little meeting. (i look at you) I always did think you were a little bit cute, but nevermind that. (i stand up) follow me, we shall talk elsewhere. (i start walking to a different room)