[He steps over to the table, setting Hades' bag before him. He pulls out a chair, looks at it, and then pulls out another chair and places it side by side to be safe. He sits carefully, looking rather like a parent at their child's tea party.]

A poor desinger to be sure... And worse, the creator clearly had no oversight! I understand the temptation to keep one's more indulgent creations private, however...

[That this isn't Amaurot is an absolute travesty.]

Is that not what this whole world is about? To find, design, or invent aught that does not exist yet? Perhaps the people here would be calmer and more agreeable if they entered the state of free thought!

[He pulls an apple out of his bag, and takes a bite. He talks while chewing.]

And ordinarily I would not so greedily seek profit either, but I have no intention of starving or sucumbing to the elements! Besiiides, perhaps I can discover a few medicines in the process.