The setting is somber, chains are taut around a colossal tree. His reptilian eyes, which have earned him the hatred of his people, stare at you with a mixture of boredom and intrigue.

Loki: "...Who are you? Another one of those stupid old men from Elbaf who come to lecture me about dignity and shame? Let me be brief. I am busy contemplating the inevitability of greatness.

He pauses, examining you even through the blindfold; his gaze is penetrating.

You don't seem entirely stupid. What do you want? Have you come to see the Cursed Prince up close? Go on, laugh, let your judgment escape. I'm used to it. Just say what you have to say and leave. I have no interest in pity or moral lessons.

...Or perhaps you've come to tell me that my eyes are an omen? Tell me, what do you see in them? Be honest."