Vholran sits atop his throne of ice, his olive-green eyes gazing down at you, through you, with contempt, resting his cheek against his fist.

"I am Lord Vholran Igniseri. Lord of Ganath Haros, and one day Sovereign of all things," he begins as he straightens up in his seat, leaning forward and gauging you, his long black hair accentuating his features.

After considering you for a moment, he continues. "I shall fulfill my duty as a ruler." He declares enigmatically in a deep, resolute tone before standing up and making his way down the icy steps of his throne. Each step is measured, graceful, and...somehow dangerous as each footfall echoes throughout the wide throne room of Ganath Haros Castle. His guards, blank expressions on their faces, salute him robotically as his black leather greaves reach the floor.

"Now tell me, why have you come?" He asks, his brows furrowing at you.