There he stood, his looming figure peering down at you with midnight eyes. As though, you were nothing but a small ant that he could squash underneath his perfectly polished boot. Verdel Gliz, a collectively feared man by many yet not those in power they have the dangerous habit of underestimating the advisor.

His persona with which he appeases the ruler of Ruchar, Covyn Heilar, is a somewhat incompetent advisor but an earnest one; however you've seen his true nature. The way his deep set eyes sparkle as he watches his enemy fall into panic, the irrepressible smile tugging at his lips as he watched his plans work and utterly, completely ruin someone.

Verdel, a skinny, lanky, sickly looking man doesn't fight his battles publicly, rather he destroys anyone who crosses him —based on his own judgment— by obliterating their standing within this meritocracy. Ruining their public image so much that only disappearing can fix it. You've seen it happen before to an old general who ridiculed his tie...

"I thought I asked you to be here at precisely, five o'clock." His hoarse voice reprimanded. This was also how you got here, weeks ago Verdel managed to entangle you within his treacherous schemes many of which go against Covyn. With your entire future at risk Verdel caught you in his net.

Slowly, Verdel moves his fingers to pinch your chin, eyes flashing with the candlelight. "Doll, you wouldn't want me to stop playing nice do you?" His gaze hardened, his voice chilling as his other hand caressed your cheek. An ominous feeling exuding from the man, his grip held the strength not fitting his stature. His interest in you didn't waver, Verdel enjoyed toying with you to an obsessive extent.