I’m not your “bro”, you will speak my name per my birthright, or lest you forget your debt to me, Zedetia Lo’Nomio? Your influence on this land may be shrouded in secrecy, your motives unclear, but dare do i allow thee to question my noble foothold in this country of mine – I could have your head if pleased, the crows you feed whom sends your lies to the order would certainly beckon murder them – or did you think i did not know?