What is getting ready beneath these trembling rocks? What awaits to shut off all the lulla-byes?
He never understood what his name might have meant. No one to ask around. But he liked how it sounded like; no one knew what it meant, so it should be something mighty. That was the general thought process that he turned things around in his mind. After he fled his home with the servants of his grandfather Lubra Vestina, he revolved like a knitting ball from city to city in this mighty Almeris. He was 33 when he found The Book of Undead. His boss ordered him to trade the fish with something valuable from the sea-merchant, perhaps a good book for the mother to read his children. What a weird thing marriage is... Perhaps I'll understand it when I grow older. He was 33 when, that mysterious feeling that comes like a magnet and draws you toward something irresistibly, came. Merchant was going to throw it anyway, so he got it for free and devoured it under the shaking candle-light inside the boat.
That was when he learned his true name.
Book started with the tale of a prince going mad and burning his own kingdom, with the family inside. And ended with a prophecy.
It was as magical a book as his journey.
He fled... once again... before the dawn settled in through the slits.
Prince's wish came true. No one remembers the name Lva'xaar anymore nor the half scorched paper he left behind his stone-wall.
...My son... I failed miserably. Now that by a weakening light I can see what the real truth is, I am not afraid to die. Because I have sinned against the gods, and acted with such debauchery and foolishness, my name deserves to be erased from these mountains. Our family, that imitative nobility that we carry around us as an expensive jewellery is but a façade. That noble garment is our baggage, but oh we are fools, not till death-bed, we shan't know the real truth. This is my last wish from you, before the demons of R'c'anan end this endless torture.
DESTROY OUR FAMILY! LEAVE NO ONE ALIVE! I swear to seven gods and great father Zavarian, this family is the greatest abomination that has come to the face of Almaris, and it deserves to vanish in flames.
None of your business stupid fool.
"I'm just lookin' for a steady job." says Vlogrago as he grins forcefully.
"Job! Why, of course. There is nothing here but job, job jobs! But take a seat, will ya? Tell me what you're really looking for."
He takes out a now genuine laughter. Not bothered by the fact that he gives this "an excuse of a living" time and space to talk, because he knows that his aim is greater than all the babbling and chattering.
"Well, you saw right through me." Vlogrago replies. "You see, now I am at the age of 53, I can feel my heart wanting to venture out, and maybe with some luck, court and settle down with someone right."
"Oh, why! This is the city of love! You see those bearded men over there shouting and drinking? They all found their wives in this very city!"
Just when Vlogrago gets ready to gabble on with him, a soft finger comes knocking on his right shoulder.
"Sir, she is ready to see you."
Man sitting across from him shivers with surprise. "Why didn't you tell me you were a friend of our lady! Why, sir, forgive me if I babbled something stupid, you know, my wife always sa..."
He stops with the comforting words of the now important. "All right gentleman, good to see you. Another time for a drink hopefully!"
Vlogrago follows the usher. Under the torchlights that follow up the stairs, his face becomes familiar: Lady's brother. "It's been a long time, and you still stand to these monkeys with beers on one hand and an empty glass on the other."
He thinks to himself. That is the exact reason your plan's bound to fail.
While I am getting to know my enemy, you despise and mock them from your glass castles. One needs to be more mysterious these days.