Azakanealina’Kaelin the Sculptor, exalted member of the Ascended, creator of the Void, Antire, Fintar and countless other masterpieces, floated serenely into the pristine white ‘Viewing Area’. His stone-sculpted body flexed all four arms and his gravely handsome face twisted into scorn as he viewed the Dreamer who had arrived before him. His eyes glowed blue, not the cool blue of water however, but that of intense heat. He gathered himself, his demeanour changing swiftly to one of passivity, complimented by an air of pride that seemed to emanate from him in near nauseating waves. He ignored any staff attempts at conversing with him, showing his disdain for those beneath him with every moment within the Liason’s domain. However, his was not the petty disdain of a spoilt noble, not quite, it was more the complete lack of empathy one might find in an ordinary human regarding a single ant.

Perhaps that was being generous, Kaelin cared less for those beneath him than a human would care for a dust mite.

He floated towards the Liason and the Dreamer before they could greet one another, interjecting in the scornful way those assured of their power often do. 

[b]“Liason, the Ascended send their regards.”[/b] His voice was deep and seemed to reverberate around the room, one of many small acts of narcissism on Kaelin’s part. If he had the emotional range, his lips may have upturned at this lie. [b]“I, Azakanealina’Kaelin, represent them in these proceedings, so for your sake I hope they do not disappoint.” [/b]

He looked past Skallagrim as if he were not present, refusing to acknowledge the presence of the Dreamer immediately, showing how far above him he believed himself to be.

[b]“Oh, Dreamer, come to collect more bones for your mausoleum?”[/b] He said finally, as if suddenly noticing him. [b]“You always were the good little courier.”[/b] He turned from him smugly, allowing them whatever petty conversation they deemed appropriate, though his pride would not prevent him from listening in.