As I watch the legendary arch-mage and mad dedric god stage a show of bluster and bravado, I look about myself and realize that I am their only audience. How ironic. I wonder how their egos cope if I were to tell them just how unimpressed I am by their act, and how little their vanity show means to a man without a soul. Perhaps one day I shall tell them, but not now.
Let them have their stage, and let them think that their performance matters. I will watch their play, and I will play their prop, till the time comes when I have learnt all that the mages guild has to teach me. Hopefully by then, I shall have discovered whether this is a farce, melodrama, or tragedy.