A tall, pale demon walks in on Ophelia. It was her husband and warlord of the island, Viktor Darksky.<span style="color: #000000">"Do not mind me, I am coming back from another inspection. It seems I need a better way to entertain myself,"</span>he says as he goes in behind a changing wall. He gets out of his armor, his boots and cloak, and gets in his comfy robe. He then joins his wife, and pulls her away from her mirror.<span style="color: #000000">"Come away from there, and rest with me."</span><br/><br/>Ophelia shuttered and was more than happy to oblige, but she knew she had to relay what she had seen. "Darling, there's something you should know," she said softly, without looking at him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000000">"What is it? I hope you haven't forgotten about today. I said to you I would devote myself to you, and only you today," Viktor responded.</span><br/><br/>Ophelia sighed. "Well, the group you sent have lost that which they were charged with bringing to you."<br/><br/>He looked as if he didn't hear, and placed her on the bed. Then he approached the door, swung it open and yelled,<span style="color: #000000">BRING ME THE DAMN FOOL WHO LOST MY ITEM!"</span><br/><br/>"They are still out at sea, they won't be here until tomorrow," Ophelia told him.<br/><br/>He turned to her, and breathed a sigh of disbelief.<span style="color: #000000">"Of course."</span>He turned to her, closed the door, and went to her slowly.<span style="color: #000000">"Have my minions search the territory of the Almerkian scum. I want that item, and if I don't have it, I will kill anyone standing in my way."</span>