Enigmatic envoy quaked and pulsed near the Empress, delved into the deep reaches of his debauched derision, his sinuous, savage scorn, his torrential tension, moving and swindling, motioning and traversing with the pinnacles of his menace, his abhorrence, his loathing and contempt. Terror and horror drifted through the arts of machinations and despair, twisted into the foundations of distorted calamity, incensing dread, invoking fear. He choked, he strangled and he suffocated, malicious and menacing, conjuring demise amongst the wicked doldrums of a scintillating, seditious din. He marched into the clamor of destruction and allured, beguiled, the quiet, hushed essence of slaughter, stealing the last chords of breath from an impromptu finale. Severe, savage and brutal, he slunk, slithered, amongst the bramble of cold mountain air and chilling reveries, stealing, absconding, pilfering the lavished finery and applying it to the villainous threads of his apathetic grandeur. He slid along foundations of bestial horizon and crooned heinous predilection, molded into the expanse to wander into the tombs of mercenaries. Contracts swindled and decayed – he didn’t particularly relish the idea of tying their synapses to another group, but if it was a necessity, some brandished doldrums and cauldrons of concoctions and calculations he’d missed, he’d ensure his presence amongst the gathered so that they were not threatened, warned and driven into some disturbing, disgusting covenant. The Foothills General had already attempted it once, and the beast, heathen and monster wouldn’t allow any further cumbersome embargo placed upon their hides. The cold, chilling reverberations of his frigid silence followed the footsteps of Ophelia, a creature he’d never thought could muster any intelligence (but had rendered herself nearly witty beside Archibald), and Psyche, wounded, serpentine asp and viper. Did she have misgivings? Did she presume too much of the avaricious, the covetous? His stare didn’t focus on her, didn’t stray to her injured frame, and instead, over the vast scenery, watching the shadows, the shade, the veils of hushed void. His entity would establish they were not be taken for fools, vagabonds and inept fiends, one mustered swindle, one crowned fixation of wily cunning, and he could demolish, destroy and obliterate, or simply aid in annihilation with the harsh, blunt chords of his wicked words.