"Hey listen bub, you're just a fledgling Cryptarch, and that's fine, but you'd never be able to understand the things a true Warlock understands." Phern's face grew red, he wished he could be a Warlock, didn't all Cryptarchs? "I'm going to be the best Damn Cryptarch there is, just you wait!" Phern said confidently. "But Warlock or not, I can still drink you under the table!" "You're on [i]Decrypter[/i]! But how about we make it interesting? If you win I'll give you this Fallen story I got off a Van...Well he was a Vandal, watched his arms get severed by the Kings." ~ years later ~ Phern rushed to the north tower, the news he'd uncovered was vastly important to understanding the ununderstabdable beings that have affected everyone's lives. Scholars Would remember his name for years to come, he would be seen as the greatest Cryptarch of all history, the one who found the greatest piece of knowledge there was to find. A report, encrypted by an unknown Fallen House, won off of a warlock in a drinking game held the answers. It took years to decipher, but now that it was done the news had to be shared, but first with the Speaker. If any other Cryptarch or warlock found this they would try to steal it, he decrypted it, he deserves the glory, he received...the penalty of knowing too much. ~ present day ~ "Yea, but imagine you're actually a "godlike being" and win, what do you get?" Phern asked. He grew anxious, that story must be worth something, so what could this Warlock want in return of the wager? "Simply your resignation from the Crypto-decryptology Academy." The bar grew quiet. "Everyone had been listening hadn't they?" Phern thought "just pretending to hold their own conversations" there was electricity in the air, how could he deny this wager? He's the one that challenged him in the first place ~ years later ~ He rushed up the stairs to the Speaker and thrust the report to him, the Speaker took it and read quietly. "Interesting..." said the Speaker. If the young Cryptarch could see past the Speakers mask, see into his eyes, he may have run. May have even gotten away, surely if civilians saw him fleeing the Speaker wouldn't have done anything, but the Cryptarch could not. The Speaker looked up at him, eyes narrowing, he quickly reached to a pyramid on his desk and bludgeoned the Cryptarch. The strike was swift, and for the Cryptarch painless, the body hit the floor with a thud. "Ghost.." was all the Speaker had to say and the body dematerialized. He moved back to his desk, report in hand, and grabbed a candle. The parchment caught quickly and nothing was left but ash. The Speaker turned back to his desk, there was work to do. ~ present day ~ "I accept."