['Master'...yes, that had been the terminology used. He hadn't really thought any of this through--just seen an opportunity and lunged for it. He needed power, needed something that could serve his purpose and get the revenge he'd desired for longer than he had chosen to admit. Could this woman be what he was after? In appearance alone, he doubted it. But it would have been foolish to write off the whole ordeal on such a base impression.]

My name is Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd.

[And now he had no one else to turn to.]

[So he held his head high--perhaps a little too high, staring down Brynhildr with one good eye that was ice cold and bone-dead tired. A burning sensation in the shape of the Crest bearing his name ached on his right hand beneath a black gauntlet, gone either unnoticed or ignored for the moment.]

It was I who summoned you; I seek the power to destroy my enemy and dismantle her empire. Have you the ability to grant me that?