Main Room

Magtok rolls his eyes. Well, just the one eye. The other is just a solid red, so it's not like anyone would ever notice if it rolled. On the bright side, it looks like he can hold off on either siding with or against Ilpholin's bid for power for the time being. Unfortunately, it looks like someone is going to be tearing out his rib cage today.

"Go ahead, future boy. Show me how serious you are."

Ugh, let's just get this over with. Magtok stays right on the couch, mentally perusing a list of painkillers, on the off-chance this guy tries to draw things out.