[After a few seconds, the video function finally flickers on. Perhaps as can be expected, Darkleer is still in his room. Those same cheap glasses are on instead of the ones he usually wears; he hasn't retrieved them from the Helmsman yet. His jaw is set, and his hands clenched together.]

If I can, if the Grand Highblood does not cull me first, if Her Imperious Condesension accepts, then I will place myself under her service.

[That old saying... Keep your allies close, and your enemies closer.]