“Froejhma,” said Lord Nefarious in his metallic, silky voice. “Your name shall be Froejhma.  It is in the language of the Caldese.  It means evil.  You have learned to speak Caldese, Coe.  From now on we speak to each other in Caldese.”
“Yes master- I mean sim yuu.” said the girl who once was named Coe.
“jii. Ti dac Caldese fikew,” said Lord Nefarious.
Suddenly a soft voice spoke.”You still ignore good. Your plan is hopeless. YOU WILL NOT FINISH THIS alive!”