Phlegyas was strolling through the lands of the Stormborn, surveying his new pride home. He was rather pleased with himself. It took him two duels to get in, but it was worth it. He had even seen some grandchildren and heard that he had great-grandchildren and then some. That made him feel very, very old. Actually, it bothered him a lot. He was only used to dealing with his daughters, so he hadn't realized how ancient he had apparently gotten. Quite troubling. He was hoping he could stir up some kind of trouble, anything to make himself feel young again. A fight, maybe. A pretty young lioness to flirt with, perhaps. If Aneesia wouldn't find out. She was awfully good at reading lips. Ugh, he'd have to make sure if he did mess around with a female, that she wasn't a descendant of his.
