Tiyan: *judges*

Lerrel: Stay away, bad dog. Better hide, tbh.

Lorian: Kidnapper, grows sharp teeth when no one watches. Also stay away, bad cat.

Leira: I would want to marry, but she finds me funny.

Nostel: She makes me feel like I had worms under my skin.

Tiyan: *exists*

Lerrel: Better not.

Lorian: Disappointed with the universe.

Leira: I don’t know if to curse or cry with joy.

Nostel: More, more!

Tiyan: You look like a cursed fallen god. I can’t even. Stop attacking me with your goddamn glamour.

Lorian *with a smirk, intensifies glamour* Fallen? Why fallen? Try harder.

Tiyan: I will never agree to work for a fae. They are cold-blooded murderers, a bane of humankind. Nothing will force me to go with their ploy!

Also, Tiyan: This bath is so scenty, I love it. The light dances on the walls, how pretty. I will uncork this bottle, how beautiful, and unusual.

The coherence of an orange cat.

What do you think about the prophecy?

Lerrel: Only fools depend on them. I still think kritars would at least slow down the god souls.

Rissel: Risky. Very risky. I actually don’t trust anything that is closed for ages behind shadow-guarded doors.

Arlis: Besides, this particular prophecy is forbidden and not without a good reason.

Lorian: While you were afraid to move with single finger, I found the Fox, gave him power and now brought him to the palace.

Lerrel: You are a fool then.

Lorian: He is at my service and you know what that means.

Rissel: ?

Lorian: More spies to look at you when you love, when you hate and when you think no one hears how you curse on our father, wishing him death.

What do you like most in human servants?

Lerrel: They obey every word. It’s easy to order them, because they are stupid and weak.

Rissel: They are so unusual. Without magic and ears, they seem almost unreal, like a gossamer so easy to tear…

Arlis: They are amusing to tempt with glamour. A light fun, noone gets hurt.

Lorian: Some of them are my spies and tell me everything about my unaware brothers.

Arlis: …

Rissel: !!!

Lerrel: ?

Lorian: They will be even more eager to do so, when they hear what you’ve said today.

Lorian: You can trust me. I am an embodiment of goodwill. If you serve me well, you will bask in my glory and your cup will be always full. I treat my humans humanely.

Also Lorian: … but if you serve me bad, your blood will be cursed till the tenth generation. If you will be able even to get that far.