"I don't take for a man who would dance around with words, Overlord Vythari," Kyrexiel said. He heard the gasp that followed his words.
Vythari removed his hood, showing an aged face well into the fifties. His face is strong and broad with strong brown eyes lit from within. "And you look like one who likes to dance and twist words. A bo..man who enjoys fighting with words."
"I'll take that as a compliment. But I don't expect you to come yourself. I thought you would send one of your people." Of course, Kyrexiel expected him to be here himself.
And Vythari knew this as well. "And not see the Scion of the Vaidika's Dominion? What greater disrespect is that? It's been far too long since I've seen you."
"And you as well, Overlord."
"You still have your mother's eyes."
Kyrexiel paused. He heard what was unsaid in that. "Yes. The pure Bloodline of Hydraeus is still strong. Stronger even."
