[i]Walk out now...[/i]

The thought randomly appeared in his head as he listened to the prince.

On the outside, he was stoic, leaning back with his hands clasped on his lap and ignoring most else in the room.

[i]No, don't walk... this is the perfect opportunity...[/i]

Runic mages had it all, and a few buffoons lead by someone who only had raw power behind him were the ones to bring his legacy this low in the first place. He didn't quite have his father's hatred - heck, his father would have tried to blast everyone in the room to bits. Himself included.

Still, immortality...

[i]No human, no goblin, no one should have that. Especially uncivilized mmongrels that fill this room. And certainly not this Prince fellow.[/i] If he wanted to do it the honorable way, like his grandfather, he would simply walk out. But that would leave the rest of these fellows to find it for themselves... no, that wouldn't do at all.

For now, he would simply wait, keeping these thoughts to himself. When the time was right.

He had little fear of death; at his age, he would only have a few years left with the nature of his magic, and that was being optimistic and after many runes. He didn't share the pathetic fear of death as others did. [i]Seems to run in the family...[/i]