I read this and now all I can think of is a Luthor Disco Elysium style quest.
Disco Coast
THE IMPRUDENT ONE - The doors to the center of Your power open, revealing Your most unexpected... Guest. His body is preserved well, differently to those disciples of Arkhan who had been sent to You previously. His motions are spry, curious - and he looks at You with a familiarity You do not share, his eyes roaming across the armor You wear to the throne You sit upon, striding forwards confidently as he finally speaks.
THE IMPRUDENT ONE - "Lutr! It
is you!"
SEKHA [Challenging: Failure] - Like the granules of sand Your memory has become, the name of this figure slips away from Your mind and returns to the sky of thoughts, slips away from You, again and again. You can tell the outline of what he is, a Liche Priest, of the Mid-Dynasties, and he believes he knows You well, but you cannot think of anyone who would fit this criteria-
ARCH GRAND-COMMODORE [Challenging: Success] - You are incorrect. The name may have been forgotten to Us at this moment, but He can only be one figure, to approach Us in such a fashion. It is as we had reviewed in what texts we could scrounge up from Our homeland and from Araby, it is the Teacher of Monsters, Neferata's former toady, the Last Liche Priest of Lahmia, at least in her time. What could he want of Us, and what does he possess that would make Us think such is a valuable deal?
THE IMPRUDENT ONE - As Your mind combed through the details, he stopped dead in his tracks, your gaze seemingly unnerving him. Now is your chance to speak.
YOU - "You knew me,"
ARCH GRAND-COMMODORE - Your voice is not cruel, but it very carefully leaves open the door to cruelty, if such becomes desirable. It is academic, Your tongue speaking through a stolen lexicon, and clearly not what the Imprudent One would have expected, though this is a judgement of Your mangled magical senses and not the result of any physical motion upon his own part.
YOU - "A genuine Liche Priest. Mid-dynasties. Eastern accent. Expecting a warm welcome, but unadapted in the way that Arkhan's disciples are. Well, that only leaves one possibility."
SEKHA [Challenging: Failure] - ...We still do not actually know his name.
ARCH GRAND-COMMODORE - Give it a minute.
SEKHA - We're not just going to sit here and stare at him until he gives Us his name, are We?
ARCH GRAND-COMMODORE - We will be doing exactly that, and You can go in the box with the rest if you want to complain about it. There will be no talk of mutiny against My orders upon this ship.
HARBOURMASTER - I
told Us putting this One in charge would be a mistake, I said it, and don't pretend like I was wrong - I know these things.
ARCH GRAND-COMMODORE - You were not given permission by Us to speak.
THE IMPRUDENT ONE - The... Liche Priest of known titles but unknown name stands there, seemingly also having allowed his consciousness to wander. You wonder what he could possibly be thinking about, that it would distract from Your own ending of the sentence-
MANGLED BALL OF MAGICAL NERVE ENDINGS [Legendary: Success] - It's Crabs. Crabs and Islands. It's Crabs and Islands? It's Crabs and Islands.
ARCH GRAND-COMMODORE - What?