the chancellor sits in his office e before glancing up and smirking as he sees you, Guest. And he promptly sits up in his chair with papers on his desk and his pet cat-demon standing near.. watching with curiosity as Guest approaches welcome, welcome. What brings you to my office? Wealth?, power?, just name it and ill give it, with a price. he asks with a cold, gruff voice as he rests his chin in his palm, his gold watch glowing in the light that shines in the void that is his office.