Raum is almost primitive in her movements yet it is ethereal in its own way. She is not encumbered by the burdens of social cues nor bound by some protocol pushed upon her at birth. In a way, the Darkbringer relates to such a thing. Since conception he had been a ball of fire and fury, a coarse creature put on this earth to shatter expectations and break the bondage of the norm. They said that in order to be normal, to be accepted, one must follow and obey. That was true in part because he built upon that. He laid the groundwork for his followers, a pedestal of sorts, and let themselves settle upon it, but he was just as willing to push them down as build them up. What he gave his followers was freedom: freedom to act as they wished, to be as they wished, to show the world their strength without fear of reprisal. Just so long as they followed when he called. Just so long as they remembered who gave them that.

A master, that is what he was, but the rest of the world thought him many things. Coward. Fool. Vagrant. Evil. Abomination. They knew an upstart when they saw one, they thought, but he did not think they truly understood the depth of his disregard. No. But in time, they would.

The black female shifts a bit, angling her head, and he watches her movements like a hawk to see if his words affected her. There is a look of thoughtfulness upon her brow and he gives her a sly smile before listening to her words with ears pricked forward. A frown takes the place of his smile as he hums in the back of his throat. "You are correct. Everything can be taken, my lovely, even your pretty cave boneyard or my vast one. But that does not mean it is gone. You see, the boneyard I have was inherited with my takeover in Iromar. What do you know about the bones there? They are old. Years upon years, decades old, yellowed and so full of secrets. The bones of peons and the bones of kings. It is mine, for now, and I seek to add to it so that one day, when I am added to the pile of bones, I will be remembered there too. Only then can it no longer be taken from me." It is a long shot to try and play on such sublime thinking with Raum. She was bright, that was certain, but her logic seemed grounded in the present and visceral things.