Therion glanced at Silgahrot, helplessly watching as a fifth orb began taking form within the crystal.

“I can guess what your price is,” Therion said with an angry with a sigh of resignation, amber eyes burning with hatred. "And my answer is no, not that you care."

He watched a slow, sinister smile spread across Radac’s face with disgust.

"Oh Thrynn, how I have missed you," he chuckled. "You know me so well."