Fulgardt laughed.
"Just because you were a thousand years old, you think you're older than I am?" he said. "Your ego is all kinds of fragile isn't it, Skullius? Does that make you feel better?"
"It does, actually," the Hybrid Warmoth said, crossing his arms. "We've shared a body. It's common courtesy for you to address me by my name, and only my name."
"Very well then. Now tell me. What are you here for?"
"I was just passing by. Thought I'd say hello," said Skullius before clicking his tongue. "What do you think this is? I want your head."
Fulgardt furrowed his brow and conjured himself a chair out of darkness. He sat on it with refined grace.
