[there's a long, long silence for about three minutes or so, before the sound of footsteps on gravel/dirt can be heard from a distance nearby. it's followed with another minute of silence, then the sound of metal clinking against metal as a sword is sheathed. more footsteps, a pause, then:]

Unamusing.

Am I to be catered by a world of dust and bricks? There is nothing here. A broken landscape surrounded by a darkened sky -- entirely useless, and none of my concern.

Still, it seems somewhat familiar...

...

I do not have time for this.