Yaka, turn 17
The servant looks at the wrecked furniture in his Lord's tower. "Sire! Should I send for a clean up crew?"
Yaka looks up from his scrying pool, his fists clenched in fury. "LEAVE!" The servant scurries away, his tail between his legs in sign of submission, fearing for his life.
He mutters to himself, "Those damned birds! And now another wizard. Who is this Vorsar? Why is he meddling?"