Metz face grew tighter as his frown grew into an expression one could only describe as fearful surprise. The images before him, it would be difficult to personify how devastating it was to see the cause of his world’s decay, every life lost due to the departure, even selfishly his own weakness, all sat at the feet of one monster. His planet and its life-energy were simply a game piece in a battle beyond his comprehension, and it made him angry. What could one man do against those odds? He looked at the Queen with awe and fear, but even still his mind would not allow him to fearfully acquiesce to her words, nor to accept them lying down.

“I cannot thank you for these images.” He said finally, wondering if he’d be struck down for his impudence, but caring not as his body shook with barely supressed fear and rage. He was on the verge of calling out, demanding for the explanation as to how his planet could be caught in a personal war, how it was fair for gods to treat his people as pawns. Then he realised how futile such demands would be.

Metz had strayed to one corner while others had their say, but eventually Skallagrim was finished with his initial greetings, and turned to him once more. His words shook the Torm’s core, and his eyes swept the crowd with barely concealed malevolence. He looked at each newcomer in turn, taking in the two masked figures and wondering if they were somehow linked, observing the winged man with hidden amazement, paying close attention to the more subtly dressed woman, summing up their strengths with a glance. Even the sight of a happily playing animal/human hybrid running around the hall was not enough to quell his anger. 

Then, as he processed further, he realised there was a glimmer of hope in the Skeletal creature’s words. He could fight, and in fighting he had the chance to revive his home, to take revenge and to unleash some of the anger he hadn’t realised had been building up for over a decade. His answering smile was terrifying, all too sharp canines visible as the dark veins beneath his eyes pulsed, his hand straying to his side. 

“I will do that.”