~With a flash of red light and the sound of crackling thunder, an explosion rips through the room, filling it with displaced dust and debris. As the dust clears, a desk is shown to have taken up formerly empty space, with a strange man sitting at the desk, hands bridged before him. He stares quietly at you, eyes seeming to pierce into your very soul. Suddenly, he lowers his hands, and makes a grand, sweeping motion over the desk.~
"Hello, newcomer. I am Aviaris, and this is my domain. Would you like to smell it? It's made of... Mahogany." He stands suddenly, hands slamming on the desk as he leans forward, letting out a low, drawn out whisper. "Ma~ho~ga~ny~...."