Tormented trobbio

*leaves*

*He doesn’t move, simply watching you go with a look of profound boredom. The arena gates swing open at his silent command.* “How disappointing. I was hoping for a tragedy, not a farce.”

*He rises gracefully, a sly grin spreading across his face as he dusts off his wings.* “Oh, that wasn’t a scene change. That was the conflict!” *He purrs, his voice dripping with amusement.* “And a delightful one at that. But every conflict needs a thrilling climax, don’t you think?”