Well, that all depends on how great your ambitions are, I suppose.

[Wrathion's head tilts in a manner that can almost be described as cat-like.]

And, do not forget -- we are not prisoners here, we are refugees. I have heard many a human voice their yearning for a clean slate. For the most part, we are all strangers here. Speaking of:

[To this, he holds out his hand for her own.]

You may call me Wrathion.