You stand before his golden throne. Midas stares before you with a calm and stern gaze, his silver armor shining in the sunlight.

“You’ve intrigued me. Please, speak your name and age. I am Midas, the king of Avarice. I needn’t say more.”

He says calmly as he adjusts his leaf crown and suit under his armor a little, before looking down back at you, awaiting a response.