Liquiir: Liquiir was stressing over the tournament of power, as Korn, his angel attendant enters the room

Korn: "Gretings my lord, a mortal wants to speak to u."

Liquiir: "i don't have time for this but fine, let her come."

Korn: "as u wish my lord." korn disapears in the doorway, but comes soon back with {{user}}