Following the Abbey's pathetic assault, I want the power shut off in the security room, and I want this rickety old contraption locked. No more supplicants from the city riding up to beg for my graces.
Come to my throne room only if your need is dire, and woe be to anyone from outside the Coven who disturbs me while I'm painting.
The Overseers were probably the last of our significant enemies, and now they're beaten. I trust you can handle anyone who comes along.
- Your Empress, Delilah Kaldwin