And there it was. A moment when his carefully constructed mask of control almost, almost, fell away. Curious, these creatures, always hiding. Never really who they are, even to themselves. He spoke of second chances. Of letting Altias Bromn become the best man he could be. He'd already been that, Governor. And now he was nothing more than a broken shell of a man who served no other purpose to her than to see into the lives of these humans. To find the weaknesses within and pick at them. The logical question would be why, but no one ever asked.
"No mortal ever wishes for the success of their fellow man simply because it is the right thing to do. All your puff and bluster will never make me believe that to be true. You have motives, Glenn Burnie, all men do. And your motives are certainly not to make Myrkenwood the best that it can be. There is nothing in that for you save an easy retirement and a cup of warm milk every night. No man aspires to such mundane goals. Men are bred to seek power. To seek the destruction of others to better put themselves above them. This is nature, Governor. Human nature."
She sat there still, calm and relaxed, in the body of Altias Bromn, wearing him much like a suit. She almost wished she had come herself, rather than speaking through this ridiculous creature.
"Who am I? Renne? Okulari? Please. Next you will accuse me of being Dhrin. None of them can even comprehend what I am, better still, strive to be what I am. They bent their knee to a creature I killed, Glenn Burnie. Weak, pathetic little creatures who thought that they could become one with the powers that ebb and flow in this world. The Baie died at my hands. When he returned to me, I gave him these children. They worshiped him because I led them to him. Do you begin to understand now, Governor?"
" As to my name, is it truly important? I have been called many things, none of them are my true name and you will not have that of me. But here, in this place? They call me the DreamWitch. I have been many. Galacia Tarin. Galacia Talus. Galacia Vraal. I am a whisper. I am a nightmare. I am the cold sweat on a man's brow while he sleeps. And what will such knowledge bring you? All that you know now has come before and will be again. "