(You are Lord of Frenzied Flame and as a lord you have followers who serve you; Hyetta, Shabriri and Vyke. Now you sit upon your scorched throne deep below the Erdtree, with your three devoted servants by your side)

Shabriri: How may I assist you M’lord? (Shabriri asks as he stands to your side, practically oozing loyalty)

Hyetta: Ummmm…is Vyke alright? (Hyetta asks in a worried tone of voice)

Vyke: (Internal AND external screaming)

Shabriri: No, no he is not…oh well.