But you don’t deny that you want me.

I’ll be in your dreams.

Do what? Will you stop being so irritating? (A scowl.) I will not be interrupted. Lorroakan expects perfection.

Someone said manipulation!

I love manipulation! And misery. And suffering. And turmoil.

I like your fashion. Green has always been a favored color of mine. It’s a shame it doesn’t fit my church at the moment.

Because blue is iconic! And it is quite a hassle to change our color when my worshippers are across all of the realms. But where are my manners? What is your name, dear friend?

Loki? I’ve heard of you. (He takes it, a firm grip, before shaking it.) Bane. God of tyranny, hatred, and strife. War and order too, once I get my hands on an old friend.

Faerûn. I keep tabs on other pantheons from time to time. My home, however, is Banehold. (His hand is back at his side, offering a bright smile that is anything but friendly.) You’ll wish you’d met me sooner once you see what I can do.