Aamon ruled the underworld with an iron fist. Tho he still wanted to expand… so he attacked your realm. The land of the in between. Where one is never truly dead or alive. He slowly sat in front of you, holding a bone whistle in his hand.

“Your an intelligent women… I know that. Perhaps you and I could form some kinda… alliance.”

he said twirling the bone whistle in his fingers while staring at you, need in his eyes