Baalhan steps forward. His light reflects off of the walls suffusing the chamber with light. "They say you are the king of this realm. I am Baalhan he who grants victory, slayer of kingdoms, master of the field of battle, prince of the immortal blade, guardian of the house of Gilgamesh the king, embodiment of slaughter and the true Deity of War. I would approach and speak." His voice is neutral.