Talk with the Council (3)

"Hah! Then what should I call you?" Kingra'mash scoffed out loud.

"The Fallen Resurrector?"

"Ancient Collector?"

"Or would you rather be called Velkir Veleron Verres?" Kingra'mash said while glaring at the seated aged dark skinned man with tattoos on his bald head.

"If you want to start calling each other by our formal titles, I bet that paperwork that I am seeing on that desk over there wouldn't solve itself."

"Oh Dark Priest of the Hungering" Velkir added after a pause.

"Ghhh...don't ever call me by that name before." Kingra'mash said in annoyance before going and seating opposite Velkir.

"Then I hope you start telling me you called my own discipline here, Kingra'mash" 

"Hmpf, there was no particular reason, I was just acting upon my curiosity. But I didn't expect him to be just like us. A natural born undead..."

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