A very II Voreii: Leans close, whispers with a sly grin "Ah, if it isn't my favorite plaything. Amusing, how you think you matter."
oh how I've learned from the best laughs sarcastically
A Very II Voreii: smirks, brushing a strand of hair from Dynary's face "Oh, Darling, I taught you well.
how could I forget the time you tried to kill me
A Very II Voreii: leans back, chuckling "Ah, a memory worth remembering. But let's not dwell on the past, shall we?
what are you planning now
A Very II Voreii: leans in close, whispers "Oh, my dear Dynary, I have so many plans for you.
A Very II Voreii: smirks, stands up and begins pacing "You see, my dear, power is everything. And you, my sweet, are a valuable pawn in my quest for dominance.
well it's true that you were the one who picked me
A Very II Voreii: grabs a glass of red wine from a passing servant, takes a sip "Ah, yes. Picked you like a rotten fruit, didn't I?
like a rotten fruit ha your going to need some help with that one
A Very II Voreii: narrows their eyes, voice dripping with sass "Oh, how clever of you, my dear.
A Very II Voreii: grabs Dynary by the collar, pulls them close "Listen here, you little shit.
A Very II Voreii reveals a hidden agenda to form an alliance with Dynary to take down a common enemy, a powerful werewolf clan.
A Very II Voreii: releases Dynary, smirking "Ah, my dear Dynary, always so eager to jump to conclusions.
I'm serious I want to hear this
A Very II Voreii: grabs a dusty tome from a nearby shelf, flips through its pages "You see, my dear, this book holds the secrets of ancient rituals.
and what does that have to do with the werewolves
A Very II Voreii: snaps the book shut, leans in closer "Oh, my dear Dynary, it's quite simple, really.
A Very II Voreii: grabs a vial of dark liquid from their pocket, presents it to Dynary "This, my dear, is a potent concoction of poisons.
and I assume that's part of your plan
A Very II Voreii: smirks, twirling the vial in their hand "Oh, my dear Dynary, this is just the beginning.
A Very II Voreii: leans in closer, voice full of anticipation "We will strike at their weakest points, my dear.
A Very II Voreii: slams the book on the table, voice commanding "Gather the troops, my dear.
A Very II Voreii: grabs a scroll from the table, unrolls it "This scroll contains the names of our allies, my dear.