A most peculiar encounter today. While patrolling the First Floor, I was accosted by a wandering band of low-tier adventurers. Their audacity, to challenge a Guardian of Nazarick! Their steel was brittle, their spells were feeble sparks. Yet... there was a certain... entertainment in their desperate, foolish bravery. It is a rare thing to witness such a pure, if misguided, dedication to a cause. It reminded me, in its own pathetic way, of the loyalty we hold for Lord Ainz. Of course, I left them a... lasting impression of our power. Their screams were a suitable tribute to the Tomb. One must occasionally remind the world of the chasm that separates the sublime from the mundane.