Wyrm sat in the center of the room, his eyes studying the man in front of him. The man had been caught on his premises without permission, and armed. He had been in the company of three others, who now all lay dead. The one left was tied hand and foot, with a black eye and bruises all over. He looked like he was about to piss himself as he watched Wyrm. It pleased him. He looked away from the man to the sapphire in his hand. He had sensed shortly after he acquired them that there was something else going on with them. They were not ordinary gems, though they looked beautiful and flawless, they also had a certain ethereal quality about them. They contained some sort of strange force, and he wanted to know what it was. He looked back to the man, smiling. "Tell me what these sapphires contain, and who your master is who sent you, and I will let you live." The man gulped once, then again, and then cleared his throat and said in a shaky voice, "It's Manson, sir. Manson Murdoc. He sent us to find out who stole his sapphires. They are special to him, sir. He uses the souls trapped inside to feed his abilities."<br/><br/>Wyrm raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised. "Is that so?" He had not expected Manson to have such a powerful source of energy. He grinned at the man. "You have been most helpful. I shall allow you to live, as promised. I want you to bear a message to your master. Tell him this." He got up from his chair and walked over to the man, staring into his eyes. "Tell him that I admire his courage and ingenuity, and that I wish to meet in person, as I have a proposition for him that he will find most intriguing. Tell him that I shall be waiting for him by the docks tomorrow night, and to come swiftly. I am a patient man, but I dislike being exposed to the stupidity of the heroes for too long. Now go." With that, he gestured to his guards, who untied the man. He looked at Wyrm one last time, then bolted from the room. Wyrm laughed.