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It was late....Really late. It had been hours since the events of this unassuming Sunday night. He had his instructions.

Thinking aloud from the balcony of Mardoth's tower, now empty, he recounted the nights events for the dozenth time; "I did just as I was supposed to, like always.

Had the Mass...prepared them...got the boy...then dredged up Admoreth's remains...put the Skull down...and then he left them be. But they wouldnt stop questioning me." Then he started to get mad, yet again, over the same thing, once again for the 10th or 11th time that night.

"That moron Darrien had just stayed buried...Everything would be fine. He was nothing more then a bump swept under the rug, and he should have just walked away and I'd never have to bother him again...But it's never that easy *becoming more calm now*"

"They would rebel against me just as easily....No, this happens far too much. It's my fault I'd bet. He's nearly here, we cant have that. They're all idiots. I will test them, yes. Simple, pass or fail. I'll test him too. Examples they will be. All I've done for them, and one peon ruins it inside of 10 minutes."

His selfaffirming tirade continued for several minutes, out loud but only to himself. An unsettling force of vindication was behind his voice, and it was time for drastic measures.