Zyrr - Drow Alchemist

"It'll take murdering or bargaining with a primordial? Well we've done both to demons, deva, and beholders, so why not take it up another notch? Count me in."

"I'll add this, though, since it bears saying." The drow removes his mask, kicks his legs off the table, and stares Karl down. "There will be no negotiating as you might expect it to be. The Prince has been acting like a true drow Matron this entire time; the only peace agreement he'll accept is total surrender and servitude, mark my words."