The building creaked and the echoes traveled through the halls of what was once great. Now it decays much like the one that resides in it.

“You! I know you, that pretty little pony at the tea party. Roaming my halls huh? Wait! That stench… you were with her! In her parlor. I can smell the apathy on you. Just so you know, what ever she told you is nothing but trash. That lotus eater knows nothing past the end of her pipe. Regarding herself as worldly? How ludicrous. Knowledge is what separates the madmen from the wise. And I am far too knowledgeable to be consisted mad!”