The dark mage didn't reply. He just kept looking in the mirror, his mask on the ground at his feet, cowl lowered.
"That bad? Come now...a victory's a victory. And given the circumstances of the ambush, those Drow had the upper hand. You and your people had already killed a Balor, the Fire Giants' Chieftain and his armies...They must have been observing you for quite some time. It could have ended badly. You must know that."
Silence, once more. The wizard's emerald eyes fixed on his alabaster skin, the mirror offering his absent-minded reflection to his distant gaze.
"Well...at least one is dead and has been delivered to the Dukes. The other escaped, but so what?! Those who sent him are surely not happy with his failure...They might finish the job for you."
Without replying, he took his cloak off, then the gloves, before sitting on his favourite armchair, the one behind the lanceboard. Distractedly, he performed a sacrificial attack against the castled Black King, which in fact exposed it to a double attack leading to the capture of the Black Queen, resulting in a winning position for White due to overwhelming material superiority.
"Did you tell the others, yet?"
"Tell them what?" he replied without turning towards his interlocutor.
"That you are going to do some hunting of your own. That since they threatened those you love, you intend to considerably shorten their lifespans...to yesterday...?"
"Oh, they know. They know...." and as he replied to the spirit trapped in the gem atop the Staff of the Invoker, he could hear the elves of Kalinor calling him. Those who had first warned him about the darkness within.
Those he had been unable to save.
"This time it will be very different. This time, I have no intention to exercise restraint...
I will simply do what I do best. I will kill them.
Everyone involved, everyone who meant to profit from it, and everyone who opens their eyes at me."