Under the night sky, somewhere on a huge veranda, next to an outdoor fireplace, the emperor sat imposingly on a soft sofa. With one hand, he slowly took a piece of raw meat from the bowl and threw it somewhere at his feet, where his dogs immediately ran up, eating the treat with a growl.

Murphys, with a particularly arrogant grin, was enjoying a quiet evening watching his pets, but his solitude was interrupted by a servant.

"I hope you have good reasons to bother me."