"Uh-oh. In all the time I'd interacted with Ghastek, he never swore. Ever. The "premier" Master of the Dead was about to throw a tantrum. I braced myself. "He comes into the city, he throws away my people, he orders me around like I'm his servant, and now this? How dare he!" I sighed. "How dare he!" came out. Could "Does he know who I am?" be far behind."