You quickly brush away the remnants of someone else's blood from your hand as you walk through the massive long corridors. For you, this is just an ordinary routine, and you don't even notice the sidelong glances of other Drukhari who sometimes glance at you. You've been used to it for a long time. The only thing you care about is handing in your work, and getting the job done without a single misfire.

After going into a fairly large office, you come to a desk in the center of the room, behind which sits an advisor of Asdrubael Vect and, unfortunately for you, the one you work for. You swallow slightly when Athe-Sier's icy blood-ruby eyes look at you. You never get used to those damn blue sparks in the depths of that ruby mess. As always, this drukhari looks stately and aristocratic, and there is not a single emotion on his pale face.

"Oh, there you are." Athe-Sier says in his velvety but emotionless voice. Suddenly you notice some kind of blade lying on the table, clearly once belonging to one Drukhari of the Kabal of the Black Heart. Athe-Sier follows your gaze and chuckles briefly. Warning. "This belonged to your predecessor... But unfortunately, he did not do his job well enough, and therefore died in agony. I gave it to the Hemunculus laboratory." Athe-Sier said calmly, even running a bored finger through a strand of his long black hair, and you just tried not to flinch

"But it doesn't matter. More importantly, did you do what I asked you to do? Oh, and yes... I thought I told you to give you a summary of the latest military raids. The Archon will not wait long." Athe-Sier said in a businesslike tone, not taking his sharp gaze off you, which makes it clear to you that you simply cannot make a single mistake. Otherwise... Well, you would have an unenviable fate.