Fear and power both were something Keldek had become very accustomed to wielding. He'd learned long ago that a man who was feared could gain power from the fear, and he'd been on both sides of that exchange. Though not for many years now in the latter case. After all, the man who wielded all the power also felt none of the fear.

Even now, aside from a pair of armed men watching the door, he sat alone in this place. Unarmed and unafraid, and why should he be? He was the one with the power in this room.

"I did. You have a particular talent for manipulation and chaos, and that's something I can certainly appreciate." That frigid smile never shifts, as cold as his dark eyes. "My name is Anton Keldek. I can only assume somebody like you is familiar with that name."