The wraith caused quite a commonition in Figaro Castle before it was
brought before Edgar.  It killed two guards who shot it with
autocrossbows before anyone could understand its request.

"Ed... garrrr of Fi... gar... rroo," the wraith moaned before him.  Edgar
motioned for the guards to leave.

"Speak faster, dog," said Edgar.  He clutched the Orb.  "Haste."

"Edgar of Figaro, I am here from The Master.  He bids you to dine with
him.  At your own convenience."

"He bids Edgar, or Livouf Takar," replied the Dark Lord, grabbing the
wraith by the throat.  Even with the spell, Edgar was twice as fast as
him.  Easily four times as fast as any human.

"Lord of Darkness, the Master wishes to speak to both of you."  The
wraith looked up with empty eyes.  "Or is Livouf Takar too weak to leave
this earthly form?"

"Livouf Takar is too weak for NOTHING, dog of a slave."

"Call not the Master a slave," the wraith said warningly.

"I shall call the mongrel beast that you so uselessly serve anything that
pleases me.  He is nothing and I am Everything.  I am the Prey.  I am the
Chosen One."

"Think before you speak, Master of Figaro and Evil.  My lord could strike
you down without a flinch."

"Ha.  Tell your weakling master I will dine with him within my new castle."

"And where is that, o Foolish One?"

"High above this puny world," laughed Livouf Takar.  And somewhere inside
the body of Edgar Roni Figaro, a tortured soul cried in pain.  And next to
it, Livouf Takar laughed.

"He shall meet you there."