[h1][color=purple]Umbrix[/color][/h1]
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"Alrin the Black". He calls himself that but he's [i]far too cheery[/i] for the name. Umbrix knew where this was going and he wasn't interested.

[color=purple]"Well... the pleasure's all yours then."[/color] Umbrix said to the new arrival. He nodded, closed the book, and grabbed the others from the table before standing up. [color=purple]"Good day."[/color] He said, leaving this Alrin character and the troll to their own devices. He headed for the library wing's exit, back into the winding corridors of the Tower.

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Ernsk should have been done by now.

Umbrix approached the door to his quarters, hearing the snapping of wood emanating from inside, and slowly pushed it open. He looked to see the floor covered in various fluid stains, dripping from Ernsk. Tar, blood, feces, the like. The walls were torn and the furniture was all cleared away. Over by the fireplace, now lit, Ernsk was breaking apart almost everything and tossing the pieces inside. The only thing it'd left was a large table that once stood by the bed. That'd be used for work.

Ernsk looked to its master and bellowed with its many mouths.

Umbrix nodded, and smiled.

[color=purple]"This will do."[/color]