Cont: (X)
A particular long drawn out hum, as the Chamberlain thinks.
“No reason, forget Chamberlain said anything, he has met so many in so many trine, he gets confused.” His voice is like a waltz, sliding smooth and supple. “I am a lord of the crystal. And you? You are guest to this world, at least for now. Such an ... entertaining notion, yes?”
An uglier gleam comes to his eye then,
“All alone, here, or are friends nearby?”
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