The Ebony Warlock

A curious thing to say, if he truly was a double of himself. Unless this was a reflection of his past self, or another version of himself from an alternate world? The answers weren’t yet clear, and he’d not jump to conclusions just yet. The white haired Lunarian stepped forward to meet his helmetless double, a stern look on his face. “I have. Freed of the chains unknowingly cast upon me by Zemus, I’ve rediscovered who I truly am.”

Who you truly are? How amusing--are you not Golbez, like myself? ...And you speak without grace concerning my--our Master.

As for that--well, Kain has his merits.

And yes, Commander Highwind is my, ah, second in command.

I should ask the same of you.

Your true folly however, was allowing me to discover your oversight. Do not let me catch you shirking your duties again, Kain.

…I cannot say for certain that I do. Perhaps it is best I check these reports myself. There may have been some errors that were overlooked and we certainly would not want that. >He is backing away ever so slowly toward the door…

And overdue reports are very much a disadvantageous thing to have in such a kingdom like ours, wouldn't you agree, Commander Highwind?

You’re right. What do you suggest we do then until we find a suitable target? 

You wouldn't happen to know anything about this now would you, Commander Highwind?

Mm, but it is only the truth.

Is that so? 'Tis a pity there does not seem to be anyone else around--I do believe it would be more...amusing to, ah, stir up trouble, in the presence of someone else.

I suppose so but dare I say it is much more enjoyable when I am within your presence?

>He just casually rewards Kain with a small brush of his fingers against the other's exposed cheek.

Amuse me.

Hm, yes, it most certainly has been, has it not?