Wrathion's eyes narrow, as if weighing this up. Surely whoever brought him here knows who he is, and thus knows he is 'out of place'? What would be the point in keeping such a thing a secret, especially if others are enslaved as he is?
He slants his eyes toward a window, still tense, and studies the motion of people outside. It's certainly... odd. Oddest of all, if this is the Black Empire's doing... there's a distinct lack of corrupting whispers. His stillness has a practised air to it, a sense of intense personal control -- as if he's had to keep myself very still and quiet many times before.
It breaks, just as suddenly, as he focuses back on Wolfe. ]
You stand before the Black Prince Wrathion. I fear we are both in a great deal of danger.
[ This would be a more dignified introduction, and a more grave warning, were it not for the pyjamas. ]
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Wrathion's eyes narrow, as if weighing this up. Surely whoever brought him here knows who he is, and thus knows he is 'out of place'? What would be the point in keeping such a thing a secret, especially if others are enslaved as he is?
He slants his eyes toward a window, still tense, and studies the motion of people outside. It's certainly... odd. Oddest of all, if this is the Black Empire's doing... there's a distinct lack of corrupting whispers. His stillness has a practised air to it, a sense of intense personal control -- as if he's had to keep myself very still and quiet many times before.
It breaks, just as suddenly, as he focuses back on Wolfe. ]
You stand before the Black Prince Wrathion. I fear we are both in a great deal of danger.
[ This would be a more dignified introduction, and a more grave warning, were it not for the pyjamas. ]