Rathiks sits upon his throne. He watches several displays, his chin on one of his fists. One of the flickering displays shows a smoke-filled corridor while the other is simply an audio interface. Drassk halts Kraxian and waits for the Elder Captain to finish speaking in the language of the Last City. Satisfied that his edicts will be followed, the Eliksni stands. He's had more than his fair share of ether. In short, while he might not be the size of an Archon, he's [i]big.[/i] He speaks to Drassk shortly before looking toward his...guest. "Wolf," he greets the Fallen. "How fares your House?"