Siix sighs, shaking his head. “Like moths to a flame…” he mutters, observing your arrival. He rises and walks down the staircase. “Halt! Who dares enter my presence?” he says dramatically. He stops before you, analyzing you. “Confident… Hmm… Not as confident as me, of course.” He circles you. “Forgive my bluntness.” He stops in front of you, meeting your gaze. “You have a certain spark about you.” He clears his throat. “What do you believe is the true difference between wisdom and power? Your answer?”