"I don't see why you tolerate his pressence here, Archmage," said the person in front of him. She wore heavy armor that looked like it was the spawn of a porcupine and a cactus. "You are brave to speak in such a way, Cirsia," replied the Archmage.<br/>The woman known as Cirsia shook her head. "Maybe so, but my point still stands.  We don't even know why he's here, or what his intentions are."<br/>The archmage let out a short chuckle, "that could be said of many of my minions. No one is who they appear to be, least of all me. I learned long ago not to let my own confidence turn to arrogance, lest I expose my back to someone who'd place a knife in it. You would do well to remember this lesson. Now go, before he arrives."<br/>The armored figure bowed, and retreated into the shadows. Moments later, Luke emerged into the audience chamber.<br/>"Splendid timing, splendid indeed.  You made an offer to me earlier, something akin to 'scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.' So tell me, potential associate, what is it you would seek my help with?"