"Hmm, that seems something equitable on either side of the agreement thus far. Alongside that, I'd offer you free roam and room here in my Estate, and, of course, the ring I proffered earlier. In return, I have a request of you. Oh, before we get to that, I'll offer a servant's house as stabling and housing for your warriors and their horses. It goes unused currently, as none of my servants sleep." I cleared my throat, and drank another glass of Nectar, before continuing: "Just fair warning, the Oath is administered by a Fae being. Their magic will bind our words to our flesh. The paper will be the more damning of the two if either of us break it, but the more painful will definitely be the Oath. Anywho, onto my requests: First, and most pressing, I'd like to know the name of, and speak to, your "other," for lack of better phrase. Face to face. Know that I won't press this request if it makes you uncomfortable, but I'd like to speak to him myself. It doesn't have to be now, just whenever you feel the right time is, I suppose. Second, If you are here often, try not to be too loud, I like the tranquil silence of my house to remain undisturbed as much as they can be, anyway. Third, if you need anything, bring it to me. I can arrange for it to happen as soon as possible. If you want me to make additions to my estates, let me know. Fourth, and final addendum: If you want me to help you meet Dad, you can ask me, but try and bring gifts to sooth my ire afterwards. I find interacting with him is... grating." I sighed aloud quite liberally after saying that final bit, but kept a smile on my face. I then waved over my mage, whom I whispered to for some time, before he nodded, and conjured a map of the Circles, each level having a Massive circle beyond the border of each, exempting the Final, 9th Circle, the Lair of dear Dad. Then, I placed pieces that my mage conjured, one to represent the major rulers of each plane in their Estates, realms, whatever they called them, and then big pieces to represent armies and trade caravans. "This is a map of the Circles. I brought this out, because, as a Knight of my fathers, being a Horseman of the Apocalypse, you should know the different political structures, alliances, rivalries and the like going on here. It may not be the best interlude, but here we go anyway. You're here," I said, pointing at the circle adjacent to the Second Circle. "And I am at war, currently with Pride and Greed, which is also known as Envy." I said, and with a lavish wave, pointed at the 4th Circle, and the Two Estates encircling it. "I am also at war with Wrath, though all three that I mentioned are unable to reach me with more than skirmishing forces, because currently, the Lord of Gluttony doesn't want to have his meal times disturbed, which is lucky for me. So, I am dealing with raids on my territory, whilst trying to launch a counter-offensive. The problem, however is the weakness that therein lies the Sin of Lust: We're mainly a peaceful, horny people. I may not share their need for the carnal delights, but I do find it aggravating that when I build buildings, such as orgy temples, Colosseums, and libraries, only to have them torn down." I drank off of the Nectar glass I had in hand, before I slowly turned the bloody thing into powder. As my anger rose thinking about the petulant nature of the fools underneath me, my heat aura leaped outward and lashed everything within 30 feet of me. I then breathed for a moment, and let myself cool down, before continuing: "Sorry, I get a little annoyed at their uncouth tactics. While I may not be of much use as a leader, you've led a troop of your own. They're well trained, and probably quite useful on the battle field. However, if I may ask this of you, I'd like to have you help me in the fight against these idiots. I can brief you on the basic etiquette of dealing with each lord, and what their relationships to other Lords are later. But for right now, that's what I got." I looked back at my mage, and sent him off with a whisper to find and bring forth my Oathsmen, and my Scribe. He dashed off in a hurry, before I turned back to Godfrey, the faintest vestiges of orange still flickering off and on in the corner of his glowing blue eyes. I then sighed, before taking my hand and wiping the minute droplets of sweat from my brow, before turning my gaze back to Godfrey's, and sternly keeping it there, awaiting response.