[ His legs have started to lose feeling from the weight upon them, but better that having that grip around his neck. He breathes as though he's never taken a breath in his life, his chest rising and falling.

He flashes a smirk - yes, that is the plan, and it's already in motion. His expression alone should answer that. As for a name — ]

Guess it doesn't matter anymore, does it...? The guy you're looking for — it's Rasyc. Shanrian's son. He'll be there, at the Summit. Say hi to him when you see him, will ya?