[Bayushi Kwanchai stood against the wall, his red metal mask concealing an enormous smile. The brutish man could feel his palms itch for his swords, to draw them and swing wildly until his hands were content, but he knew it was not time yet. The heroes around him were not his enemies today. But whatever his enemies would turn out to be, they would understand the Dark Sword of the Bitter Lies.]

Master... there will be carnage soon, and I will prevail. As always.

[An uncouth snort from behind the mask.]