[So, then he will just have to learn where it's gone. To lick it's wounds with its tail between it's legs, clearly. Good, he hopes it cowers knowing what its taken from him, and that he intends to get it back.]

I have waited millennia to wrench my way out of my prison in the Silver Tree. I can wait for the next act to play out, and for it to show itself. Ooooh, for that curtain to rise!

[He reaches forward to grab Truthless by the the chin, to hold him so they can look eye-to-eye.]

No one breaks what belongs to me.