"Would you like to hear my advice?"
Ramollok walked slowly behind the phantom figure, hands in pockets, smiling as he asked, "As a genius chess player, graced with Divine Grace, who recently won a grand victory for the Southwest Diocese, here's my carefully thought-out advice..."
The ethereal figure of Archbishop Ethan turned his head, gazing at the cloaked figure's back, and said in a deep voice, "I'm all ears, Lord Ramollok."
"To be honest, leaving aside the fact of his unfathomable potential, I actually know little about the Commander giving you trouble in Sumer, nor do I know what means he will use to resolve the current situation. After all, as someone personally disinterested in astrology, 'foreseeing the future' is naturally out of my capability."
