I see nothing but gold and silver and rubies and other such treasures that one such as myself deserves. As I sit here I contemplate the significance of such trinkets anymore. The desire for great things is outweighed by the need for immortality, I am no longer so easily satisfied by your tales of riches found in yonder lands. Give me stories of legendary potions that can extend my nightmarish rule so that I may feast upon the fear of my victims for years to come.
They now know that I am weak and as such they plan to overtake me, but i’ll be damned if such a weak people destroy my fury and douse my rage. If anything they have only fanned the flame of an indistinguishable figure…they don’t truly know hell.