[Vlast is, momentarily, taken aback. Not so long ago, most had the good sense to scatter when he took that tone. Even Sadizi would back off, or suffer a swipe of Vlast's tail. (The Exalted had done their best, they really had, but it's not like there was a manual. No How to Train Your Elder Dragon.)

But here, now, he is met with reprimand and challenge. Vlast's astonishment turns to elation.]

You speak of that withered husk playing at godhood...?

[Names, Vlast. Names.]

Corypheus. I have heard your people speak of him. What manner of lich is he?