I care not what happenstance and folly may have brought these to us, but I see a chance, sparkling in the distance, however faint, lay before us, and I will take that shining mote of light and seize it, my consort who is like my shadow.

But it seems like luck and fortune shine upon us this day, we may yet take down both the Jailer of Quetzacoatl and her beloved Moonchild unborn, and open the way to the World of the Current Sun, that is our birth right.

::Looks up.::

Sage Elf, there is a small box in my quarters in this tower jail we are forced to wander. Bring it to me, immediately, and touch nothing else!

Are we understood?