"He did. Once," the man replied. "When I met him, he was an idealist. He talked big, had grand designs... and I was in a pretty dark place," he added, grimly. "But ever since he started winning... he just drinks. And gets angry. No great plans, no promises. Hell, he's put me,<em>me</em>, of all people, in charge."<br/><br/>There was steel in the man's gaze, a grim determination, and an almost barely concealed rage and fury, boiling inside, beneath his cold exterior. "So, I'll ask again: What are<em>your</em>plans, for these lands?"