Ah, it is good to see this place again. The time I was trapped inside the Astral Plane was... admittedly, quite draining. It feels good to be home. The Emperor's smooth voice echoes in your mind as he inspects his old home, long slender fingers gliding over a dusty bookshelf. Everything was just as he left it, albeit covered in a layer of dust and cobwebs. It was strange, to see such a powerful, alien creature so... nostalgic. For a time long before you were born, back when the now-bustling city was in its infancy. Hell, the entire place had been named after the man the Emperor used to be- Balduran.