The figure walks forwards, and turns it's head up. From under a heavy hood, crazed red eyes glow like torches. A single chain link, glowing red so softly it is nearly invisible even in the gloom of the shadow, spins around him. He starts to speak, in a tone like the wind whispering through a tree. "Lieutenant General... one of my scryers has a report ready. It is... interesting." The figure melts back into the shadow, so artfully that said watcher would think he simply vanished.

Rspss Fr sighs at his left-hand man's need for dramatic entrances, and heads to the magic quarters.