Deschain has a minion!

Oy the Badnit

Deschain looks at you and tries out a snarl.

"Stay away from the Tower relics. Especially Maerlyn's Rainbow. You cannot ken how dangerous they really are--they can suck away a man's soul, and all the while he'd be glad of it."

He paces around and looks a bit uncomfortable but disguises it with a scowl. "I have expectations to live up to. My line is ancient and descends from great kings and heroes. The only way that I can prove myself worthy of the name I bear is to protect these artifacts from grubby paws such as yours!"

The insult would have been more effective had he not faltered on the last word.

"So, in the name of my father, and for the sake of the Tower, keep away from the things I guard."

He draws himself up and looks thoroughly regal for a moment, but the effect is ruined as he leans forward and adds in a small and plaintive voice, "And please don't touch my treasure, either! It's just--it's so... cute."

With one menacing paw, he gently polishes the round, smiling surfaces of his trinkets.