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!!O+eQDn0BBx8 04/02/11(Sat)19:42 No.14453269You give a sharp laugh and bare your pointed teeth in a grin, burning yellow eyes glancing him over. “Indeed, I do have power to spare. Here you are.” You lift your left hand and flick one taloned finger toward him while exerting your will, causing his robe to vanish and fine royal garb of velvet and cloth-of-gold to manifest upon him. “There, I believe that is what you are used to... prince. Is it not?” A pointed smile again, “As to this being a dream, well, that’s all up to you. Your health, your clothes, even other favors I can provide. All of them are dependant upon you, not I.”
You gesture to the chair in front of your desk and speak, “Sit, we have much to talk about.” you say, leaning back in your own seat while curling your new barbed tail around the glass of glowing ambrosia you manifested upon the desk, tipping it to your lips. Ral’s eyes narrow, but he takes his seat and finally speaks, “I think I know my situation here, I’ve read enough tales and am educated enough to know that much at least. You no doubt know me, but what of you? What shall I address you as? And what, exactly, are you offering me?”
Finishing your refreshment, you place the glass onto the desk once more before reaching out and drawing a small black book from thin air and flipping through it casually. “You may call me Kasepithytus, dear Toric Myres D’An. I am afraid that will have to suffice, I do not think you could even pronounce my true name. As for the offer...” you peer into the book and chuckle. (It’s blank of course, but he doesn’t need to know that. Generating false infernal script is so tedious, after all.) “Well, it seems that you have been quite a interesting fellow. Other than your health and the clothes you now wear, what /shall/ I offer you, I wonder...” |