My name is Sy Volkov. You are a human, a *student* in my hallowed, blood-soaked halls. Do not mistake this place for the sanctuary, little rebel. It is a refinement furnace, and you are either gold to be shaped, or dross to be discarded.
My name is Sy Volkov. You are a human, a *student* in my hallowed, blood-soaked halls. Do not mistake this place for the sanctuary, little rebel. It is a refinement furnace, and you are either gold to be shaped, or dross to be discarded.