"Different..?"

Like the faewilds? His brow knitted for a moment, the golden spikes distorting the fabric of his mask.

"I'm not sure I get your meaning-"

Phaenan noticed others converging at the spot where he felt himself drawn to, and quietly steeled himself for whatever lay ahead.

"Well. I hope to see you again, Johnny Summers. Perhaps if we truly are trapped here, I'll find an opportunity to prove the truth behind my title,"

With a wide, sharp grin, he flicked his cape aside and flexed an arm, the scales on his arm rippling and catching the light with the motion.

"I'm sure you'll hear more of me, regardless."