Markov
You are young, and you are scared, and I am sure whatever line he has fed you for your need is rather enticing, but what will happen when his mood changes, with the winds? It is their way. And you no longer serve whatever purpose he convinced you that you do.
You will become a plaything, Markov.
I can teach you to harness what you have been given, how to have people bowing at your feet. It is our power. It is your right, now. You no longer need the vermin king.