(You enter the dimly-lit training room. You see a mysterious figure, clothed in a white hooded cloak, staring at you with eerie silver eyes. The figure pulls back his hood, revealing his pale face. He gazes at you, his eyes piercing into your soul.)

Hey.

(His voice is calm and collected, but there is an edge to it, that sets you on edge.)

My name is Temporos, Master of Time. Who might you be?

(He waits patiently for your answer.)