I. Rufus Barma
Rufus Barma presided over my trial for the Raven; it must've been a show of pride on my father's part to invite him to represent Pandora and to display his first-born son, military-trained and immaculately groomed for life in service. My entire life, I had prepared to tame the notorious Chain that had evaded capture by my father and my grandfather; the family name rested on my shoulders. I was a prideful whelp to be sure at that age, cocky and inwardly sneered at the fat, bouncing man who showed up to bear witness for me (only years later was it revealed to my knowledge that this was a false front Lord Barma presented to the public). I remember giving a formal bow to him, while incredulously thinking how someone so corpulent and so intrusively brash could act as the head of Pandora.
Then came the ordeal, which, according to witnesses, was terribly brief, but for my young soul, felt like days trapped in darkness. I still shudder when recalling my first – and only – time in the Abyss….but I won't speak of that here.
But what I'll never forget is how that fat bastard puppet stared right into my bloody visage when I was thrown out of the Doorway afterward, and how he gave a long, drawn out whistle and said: "Interesting… quite interesting indeed…."