[There are a lot of things Light hates about being a monster. He hates not having a choice in the matter, he hates having to feed on human energy - knowing it could have been worse is little consolation. You don't thank your captor for the things they didn't do. But, horror aside, there are some advantages to his new form. It's not worth it, he would trade back instantly, but he isn't going to be so stubborn as to not use them. That ring of mushroom is his way out should this go badly, should Greed turn out to be dangerous.

He watches for little things. Do his claws threaten to press just a bit harder? Does he try to loom and intimidate? Body language and small actions can say a lot about a person, small things that no one realizes they're doing and is thus more honest than words and larger gestures. It's important to know who he might be working with.]

I don't live in Vandare. Sorry to ruin the image, but I'm from Bavan. I used my rings to come here for the meeting.

[By now, his eyes have adjusted to the darkness, making the light that goes by them a bit brighter than it really is, but he readjusts to the night quickly after; the patrol wasn't slow enough to accustom him to anything bright.]

I am relatively new, but Ryslig isn't a place that allows for a slow adjustment. What gave me away? [Maybe it was the fact that his changes seem so few.

Those same eyes that seemed to be only causally watching him continue to follow his movement the best they can.]

I want you to win. [His words come easily.] I want Vandare to be more peaceful. A full scale attack will only have temporary winners, and I would prefer something more long-term. You want to keep the Devil's Nest. We can show them just how valuable it is.