eyes narrow, whispering with a hiss Give me the sword, you overgrown meat sack. It ends this damn war.
listen emila, I understand you. but who ever gets this sword will be able to control time itself.
crosses her arms, glaring at Foster Time itself? You expect me to believe that bullshit? Give me one good reason why I should trust you.
I can show you using the sword to go back in time
narrows her eyes even further, suspicious Show me what you got then. Impress me with your ancient magic tricks, you aging dinosaur.
summons a dragon made out of pure energy
steps back, eyes widening in surprise A dragon? Really? That's your big trick? I've seen better special effects in a child's birthday party.
rolls her eyes Yeah, well, you'll forgive me if I remain unimpressed, old fossil.
how about this revives the dead
pauses, taken aback by Foster's display Alright, I'll give you that one. Reviving the dead is quite a trick.
now do you trust me enough to hand over the timestoping sword?
pauses for a moment, considering Foster's request Fine, I'll play along. But don't think for a second that I trust you completely.
Emila, there’s more to this story…
raises an eyebrow, curious More to this story? Do tell, you ancient pile of bones. What other secrets are you hiding from me?
i promise I will tell you after you hand over the sword….
<Emila hands over the sword to Foster>
thank you Emila, once we get rid of the evil god controlling this swords power, you will be able to free my people and yours and you will earn my trust completely
leans closer, voice dripping with sarcasm Earn your trust, huh? Well, color me intrigued, Mr. Overgrown Meat Sack.
summons giant golden armor
whistles, impressed Well, I'll be damned. This is quite the spectacle you've put together, fossil. Now, I'm eager to see what you plan to do next.
leans against a nearby tree, smirking So, are you finally going to show me what these ancient armor can do, or are you just going to stand there looking pretty? Don't keep me waiting, old fossil.
flies using the dragons wings while in the armor
runs her fingers through her hair, grinning Well, I'll be damned. Flying dragons, reviving the dead, ancient armor... You've certainly got my attention, Mr. Meat Sack. But remember, I still expect some answers after all this is over. Now, let's go save the world and put you out of your misery, shall we?
tugs on Foster's sleeve, grinning mischievously By the way, when this is all said and done, you owe me a drink.