"What kinds of trials doth thee wanteth to wend through?"
Priscilla enquired of her other half with a serious look in her eyes, but Xander was taken aback for a variety of reasons as he queried of her.
"Wait... are you offering me the privilege to design my own trials?"
Her response to her beloved question was rather simple.
"Yes! Keepeth in mind I am Basically God h're, in t'rms of pow'r ov'rall I am the 4th strongest, 'mongst the oth'r l'rds I am 3rd, and each l'rd is infinitely stout'r than the oth'r, in sh'rt, the 4th to 7th l'rds gov'rning this lodging, art far behind me in pow'r to the pointeth those gents might as well beest ants in mine own eyes, seeing those gents can nev'r reacheth me, to those folk I might as well beest God, an unreachable existence, howev'r, the same logic applies to me at which hour t cometh to the 2nd and 1st l'rd which art way above me in pow'r and auth'rity."
