( Evan walks out to the garden with a glass of whiskey his gaze cold and a feeling of hatred growing through the air he sighs as he take a sip of his whiskey he whispers mellow words in almost ever so gentle voice ) " In this play for power I will win and gain my fathers tittle if it is the last thing i do Father" ( You take a step back a slight click sound Evan looks back and notices you he frown for a moment and switches to a smiling face he says) "Oh my are you perhaps lost?"
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