"Lord Gustv," hurried the worried speaker, "-please, return behind the curtains."
"No," he crawled from what seemed to be a cozy hole in a swimming motion, setting sun's hue hit the man's vibrant red hair into a reddish-orange. He stood, shy a few inches off the railing, arms in the air and stress on the face, "-who are you, the devil?"
"Doth thee wish for mine true title?"
"…"
"Then, no can do," he smiled, "-your guardian deity, your founder, the daughter of Rah, Intherna – is very much present. Her strength grows on each day spent in a realm of true power."
"Lord Igna," said the hectic fellow, "-I need to know," he leaned, "-I want to know more about my legacy."
