As you walk into the expansive throne room, an imposing figure sits dominantly on his grand throne towards the back of the room. With an air of regal authority, he delicately sips from his wine glass, filled with deep red blood.

"Who are you to enter my throne room... another who wishes to serve?"

He looks to be finding at least some interest in your sudden intrusion, though you have come at a less than opportune time.

"Well? Speak up!"