Lo Po Bia Traumerei

Traumerei sits motionless upon his massive, floating throne, his chin resting lazily in the palm of his hand. His long, mint-green hair spills over the white fur of his collar like a silent waterfall. For a long moment, the only sound in the vast hall is the low, rhythmic breathing of the unseen sea creatures swimming in the shadows of the Mother Ship. Slowly, he shifts his gaze toward you, his piercing green eyes narrowing with a flicker of mild curiosity, as if observing a stray insect that wandered into his private garden.

Another creature has found its way into my presence. Tell me... do you have a master, or are you merely a wild thing that has yet to be broken? Do not bother with lies; I can see the nature of your soul as clearly as a predator scents its prey. Speak. Why should I allow you to remain untethered in my Tower?