>>20376486Angered and riled up by Lysandre's nonsensical ramblings, you charge after him, but Serena tugs you back before you can get far, her own sights set on the person cooped up in the jail cell.
"Excuse me, AZ? Is that it? Everything he said just now, is it true?"
You stiffen up at the sight of the looming giant locked up in the prison cell, a man well enough to be nine feet tall stands in front of you. This is that same chap from the Badlands, you're sure of it.
"Some parts hold true, and some parts not," he asserts the situation with a frail withering tone ripe with depression and melancholy, "The king from 3,000 years ago. . . He had a son, and a brother, neither of which have lived to see this day."
Afraid that he's going to try something with that intimidating stature of his, you decide to save your next cryptic bullshit outrage for the next riddle-ridden character you come across.
"The man they refer to as Lysandre. . . a distant relative of mine I'm told, the ancestral descendant of my own younger brother, and yet, the two act nothing alike. I lie in wait for someone to free me."
A) "Looks like you're gonna be waiting for a while."
B) "Are you that bozo I ran into in the desert?"
C) "Was your brother not as psychotic as Lysandre?"
D) "What the hell do you have to do with the Ultimate Weapon?"
