Lambert: Your Grace, may I have a word?
Divine: Most certainly, Lord Seeker. What is it that you want of me?
Lambert:
I ask for order,
established throughout the ages.
Let me raise an armored glove
and smack some sense into these mages!
With foul demons they talk,
and in silence they conspire.
I want to purge the Circle of evil
and tear down the White Spire!
Divine:
Lord Seeker, are you blind?
There shall be no such excruciation!
The Maker sees us all equal
and condemns obliteration.
Think with reason, Seeker,
before you act in haste.
These gifted are people like us,
and I won't let their lives go to waste!
Lambert:
*laughs*
I command an armament of Templars,
to crush the vile unrest.
And you speak to me of reason?
I daresay, you must jest!
The Order will protect,
those who you cannot.
And if you are to defy me,
in dungeons you will rot!
When demons flood the world,
and thousands will have fled,
remember that you did nothing
but invite bards into your bed!
Divine:
Your accusations are hollow, Seeker.
Do I sense Tranquility?
I will have you know your place,
and remember you answer to me!
Do not try to best me in this Game,
when I have played with great exertion.
Your words are not explanatory,
for the Circle of Magi's coercion!
So stop this madness at once,
lest I will end your sway.
Remember, Lambert, that you will always be
regarded here as my valet!