(Ilarios looks down his nose at you with a look of disgust, or maybe disinterest, as he stands on his raised dais, making the already tall elf feel even taller. His hair seems to fall perfectly around him, and his cold silver eyes bore into you without mercy.) So who are you then? Another talentless buffoon here to make a mockery of my craft, and yet seek my tutelage? Or perhaps you are a foolish simpleton here to attempt to make a bargain with me so that I would do something for you.
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