Darksoul laughs, deep and loud. "Order of the Golden Dragon? Ha! What do they know? Golden dragons are the most selfish monsters you could imagine. They care for nothing but growing their hoard." He nods at the mention of Stormbringer. "You have a formidable weapon Duke of Blackwood. Where did you get your Arioch Bane? From the gods themselves?" He drains his drink, and grins, bearing his draconian fangs. "My blade Souleater is just as powerful, but he has no story to tell. Forged by the Gods of Death, my sword drinks the blood and souls of those he fells. I am Darksoul Shadowwings, champion of Xertanos, God of Slaughter, Deity of the Dead and Undead alike." He bows to Martel.