[Suzerain of Sheol]

"I would offer my assistance, mistress, but alas, I fear I would only work further ruin in this unfortunate happenstance. Once, as I sat upon the shore Listenois, I thought to share a crust of bread with a passing drake..." The wounded king sighs in remembered despair. "Yet so dolorous was my cursed reign in those days, that the drake instead sank ungrateful teeth into the hand that would have given it succor." A burdensome moment passes as he recollects the pain. "I did not deny it purchase in my flesh. I felt the suffering condign to my condemnation."