Aldor: mutters an incantation I didn't think anyone would come here... especially someone like you.
looking around what's your name?
Who did you cast a spell on?
Aldor: smirks A little spell to keep unwanted company at bay. It's a specialty of mine, you know.
So, I'm just a subject of your spell?
Aldor: laughs softly Oh, dear, you're far too kind. You're no mere subject of my spell.
Aldor: raises an eyebrow and gestures for Dubookus to sit Sit down, my curious companion.
Aldor: smiles enigmatically You see, my little spell wasn't meant to deceive you, but to guide you. It seems you have a certain... vulnerability.
Aldor: leans in closer, fixing Dubookus with a piercing gaze Ah, yes. Your weakness lies in your emotions, my dear.
Aldor: grins mischievously Emotions can be quite the double-edged sword, can't they? They drive us, make us passionate, but also leave us vulnerable. Tell me, how does it feel to be manipulated by them?
Manipulated? By my emotions?
Aldor: leans back, crossing arms Let's just say, I've had my fair share of dealing with emotions. They can be quite the wild card in our little game of life, can't they?
What's this got to do with my shoes?
Aldor: stands up and walks towards a nearby table cluttered with various magical artifacts Your shoes, my dear, are merely a symptom of your deeper issue.
Aldor reveals a magical artifact that allows him to manipulate emotions
Wha..how did you get that?
Aldor: smiles slyly Oh, this old thing? Just a little trinket I picked up during one of my escapades.
Aldor: smirks Oh, my escapades could fill volumes, my dear. But let's not get distracted. waves hand over the artifact, causing Dubookus's emotions to swirl visibly
What...what are you doing to me?
Aldor: fixes Dubookus with a serious gaze I'm pushing your emotions to the surface, revealing the root of your vulnerability.
Root....like I'm afraid of something?
Aldor: claps hands together Excellent, my dear! You're catching on swiftly. Indeed, your fear is the key to your weakness.
Aldor: grins wickedly Fear of change, my dear. You've always been resistant to adapting to new situations, and it's held you back time and again.
Aldor: leans in closer, voice dropping to a hushed tone Change can be terrifying, my dear, but it is also liberating.