After happily laughing himself hoarse, the man began coughing, and this cough lasted for a long, long while until it finally died down, bringing silence to the small stone room in which he was in.
It was a room with no entrances and exits, and the only thing present inside was an undecorated stone throne, on which he was sitting.
As he was wont to do, he mused out loud.
"Fenoras was so close, but alas, he was plagued by misfortune that has made many fall over the ages. Maybe this time… It will be different. I guess I'll just have to keep an eye, and come out when I need to. Only I and the current Head are supposed to be able to detect the recognition of the World… But where's the Head?"
With a gesture from his hand which looked like it was casual, the man cast an eye over the entire continent.
