[Enter, Phineas Dantalion. He's looking a bit plane-sick... and the jarring ride coupled with blindfolding didn't help much, either. He had to do a double take when he saw the sigil attributed to the dark Elf. That may require further research.]

I'm not usually one for castles... They tend to be dank, still, and oppressive; and filled with [Sizing up the dragon statue] gaudy decoration. But, gods I'll take this over that flying contraption and that damned-able desert any day-o-the ten, am I right... uh...?

[Phineas struggles to remember if he was told who he was meeting... He actually, despite quite a bit of discourse, recalls very little from the plane ride over, and less from the blindfolded trip which only compounded his throbbing migraine]