So intelligence it was, they had summoned him to play a chaperone for their top men? What a petty use of a god. What good was their modern science? This ability to create monsters was done long ago by his predecessor, they still could not replicate the grand alchemy the Fourth did. In fact the partner she had just assigned him would probably envy the ability to create a blank vessel for his consciousness to possess. Yet certainly they had been placed together in their mutual distrust of each other and abilities to murder the other outright. And as they filed out, like sheep and lambs to slaughter, Roshan still coiled about his throne of sand watched them go, their scents disappearing as each left.

"Elixsssserssss have I to brew..." The Basilisk-esque creature was the most interesting of the lot, perhaps he would keep it as a pet or better yet make better versions by a successful study of its origins and compositions. But the specimens were no use to Roshan dead, and His partner was a loose cannon. No better than a wild dog, barking madly and chasing without a cause was his thoughts of this being which stood before him, intent on staring him down as if he could read Roshan's stoic mask for any hints of the Naga's thoughts. A foolish little imp going against Mephistopheles himself, while it was reputed the boy before him has killed many by his hands, Roshan had killed many more by merely his Words. For as impressive as it was to be named Legion, Roshan did after all, command the legions to which, he took little regarded Legion as little more than a living tool for their aims without any patience for the fine arts of subtlety.

"Keep yoursssssself on a sssshort leasssssh..." Roshan spitefully remarked to his partner as the sands began to crumble and once again accompany him back down into his lair. 

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