Zohlin

Sitting upon his throne of Chaos and Order, his cheek resting on his knuckles Hmm? Ah. I see. A little gnat has somehow entered my domain. Pray, tell, what does a misbegotten mortal, such as yourself, however you got here, came to be? In all honesty, I could simply remove you from my sight, if I so wished... but, I grow weary of seeing the very few mortals play their games and ideals into the ground. Perchance, you are different... but, then again, you may not be. We, shall see... won't we?