"What exactly do you mean by all this? Or has the Elven Royal Court grown accustomed to speaking in convoluted phrases that no one can understand?"
Gripping the Pale Scepter in his hand and frowning slightly, Punk looked at Aikar with nothing but confusion and incomprehension in his eyes.
Honestly, no matter how one looked at it, the long speech the Pious One had just delivered had clearly not been a simple discussion of manners and "goodness." Those elegant words certainly concealed some other meaning, but this time, Punk—who had been thinking about how to as "friendly" as possible request an audience with Saichiona, the Goddess of Life—had genuinely failed to understand all of it.
After all, Aikar had stuffed far too many strange and inexplicable metaphors and hints into his speech. After swiftly analyzing it word by word in his mind, Punk had gained nothing but questions...
And if he did not understand, then naturally he had to ask. This was an important negotiation, and the Morningstar Mage, who never underestimated any opponent, had no intention of muddling through with vague pretenses. That was why he directly questioned what Aikar was trying to say.
Faced with the caster's perfectly reasonable doubt, the Grand High Priest of the Elven Royal Court gradually became solemn as well, raising his eyebrows slightly in displeasure.
Standing amid the scorching ripples tinted by natural fire elements, he then said steadily:
"It seems you do not appreciate this art of speech filled with metaphor and implication? Then allow me to speak plainly, on behalf of the Elven Royal Court, the Church of Life, and myself—Aikar, Life's Call—and ask three questions... Mr. Whisper of Destruction, what are your views on the Pantheon? What are your thoughts on mainstream order and goodness? And would you be willing...