Kuni Daigo rubbed his bleary, red-streaked eyes and ran his fingers through his long, matted hair. He stared absently at the scrolls and various vials on the wooden table where he worked, his features slowly twisting into a mask of rage and hatred. In a fit of rage, he raked everything from the table into the floor with a crash, snarling incoherently. "Overly dramatic, don't you think?" Daigo turned to the door and regarded the man there with obvious disdain. "I did not invite your opinion, Chancellor." "I should be at the Wall," Daigo insisted. "My place is in battle with the Shadowlands."