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Lurien stands in front of the Soul Master and his entourage. Two Volt Twisters stand at attention on either side of the Master. A Soul Warrior stands in front, nail at the ready. Several Soul Twisters walk around the room, ready to obliterate anything that threatens their master in any way.
"And so, Watcher?" The Soul Master stares Lurien in the eye. "Why do you call on me at such a late hour? Do you perhaps have a request? News from the King?"
"You are correct, Master," Lurien replies, determined to be as unnecessarily formal as possible. "I come bearing news from the King."
"And? What is it? Has he approved my request for more funding? Finding a cure for the infection requires large amounts of Geo, you know-"
"I'm sorry to say, but your funding has been cut. It was not my decision, you know," says Lurien.
"Ah, I knew you cared about the Sanctum, my dear Watcher!" The Soul Master beams at Lurien.
Lurien, in turn, looks at the Soul Master. "Had it not been for the King, I would have had your head." He turns on his heel and walks out.