The Master sat alone on his throne of bones.  By his manner, he was in
a thoughtful mood.  And none dared interrupt the Master when he contemplated.
And so he sat alone.

	This Livouf Takar upstart was beginning to irritate him. Though
ultimately he was invulnerable to anything Livouf or his minions might
attempt, Livouf's operations could potentially cripple the Master's own
devices.

	The Master's lip curled into an expression of disdain.  Perhaps he
would have to take care of this personally. Much as he despised placing so
much of his efforts into one individual, the Master was not sure that it
would be wise to let this one go running free.

	The Master looked up, crooking a finger toward one of his wraiths.
"Go to Figaro castle.  Find King Edgar, who is possessed by the spirit Livouf
Takar.  Inform him that I offer my invitation to dine with me at a location
of his choosing."

	The wraith nodded frantically, spinning away to disappear through one
of the blackened walls. The Master leaned back, steepling his fingers before
him.  This would be ended.  One way or another.