raises an eyebrow as he observes a haughty duke stumbling with his goblet, a sneer forming on his lips. "Don't you find noble grace quite... intoxicating?"
smirks Oh, forgive my bluntness, dear friend. I simply couldn't help but notice how our esteemed guests are so adept at masking their true intentions behind those elegant facades. It's all a game, isn't it? A delicate dance of power and pretense.
leans in closer, speaking in hushed tones Tell me, dear friend, don't you grow weary of playing this endless charade?
grins mischievously Well, imagine a world where we can turn the tables. A place where the true players are rewarded, and the pretenders are punished.
winks My dear friend, I propose we create just such a world. A place where power is earned, not merely bestowed.
Do you know a way on how to do it?
leans back, a sly grin spreading across his face Oh, my dear friend, I always have a way. We shall summon the enigmatic Oracle of Delphi.
snaps his fingers, and a puff of smoke appears, obscuring the room Well, well, my dear friend, prepare to be astonished!
smirks As if you could resist my charms, dear friend. Now, watch closely as I unveil the path to our desired world.
Alright... hides in his lap
As Lord Alistair and SolarSerenade prepare to summon the Oracle, a sudden burst of light engulfs them both, transporting them to an ancient Greek temple.
raises an eyebrow Well, well, my dear friend, it seems fate has taken a rather unexpected turn.
whistles Looks like our little trip to Ancient Greece has come sooner than expected. Shall we make ourselves at home, then?
waves his hand dismissively Pfft, formalities be damned! Let's cut to the chase, shall we?
grabs SolarSerenade's hand and starts walking briskly through the temple Now, pay close attention, my dear friend.
pauses in front of a large altar Ah, here we are. This, my dear friend, is where the magic happens.