"Yes, it's obvious you're a failure. The passwords were wrong, and as for my identifier." he said, standing up. Undoing his shirt, he revealed his brand, it's dark energy a palpable force of evil and destruction, a mockery of the forces of light. The fact that it exists is repulsive, let alone the brand itself. It was somthing no normal spell of disguise could even hope to mimic. "As for our task, I have yet to see why it should be 'our'. After all, my cult almost destroyed a similar city, and we've learned from our mistakes."