The Storm King snorted, trying and failing to shake the thoughts of his commander out of his head. There was no denying that Anonymous was exceptionally talented, and with a true appetite for evil the likes of which he’d never seen outside of himself. But every bit of his talent seemed matched by his infuriating and utterly irreverent devil-may-care attitude, grinding on his every nerve like sandpaper. His complete lack of respect for his authority had led to countless shouting matches, and he never once learned his lesson. If anything, he seemed to take it as a challenge, finding small new ways to further grind away at the King’s nerves! And the Storm King always noticed his new ways.