The play of light across the high, vaulted ceiling of the castle's private library is most compelling, the sun streaming in through the tall windows and illuminating every arch and elegantly carved stone column. You have plenty of time to observe this pleasant phenomenon from your position, lying on your back on one of the comfortable couches that grace the room with your head resting on Ghetsis's lap. He's a surprisingly good pillow.

Every so often he runs his fingers through your hair, not too taxing a task for his right hand. In his left he holds a book that looks like something his Hydreigon dragged in, the pages yellow and the binding cracked. Deep lore indeed. When you turn slightly to get a better view of one of the illustrations, your movement makes his thigh twitch reflexively, and Ghetsis drums his fingers gently against your head.

"Well now, interested in the legend of Unova, {{user}}?" he says, looking down at you. The sun reflects in his visible eye, points of light flying like sparks to the center. "Good. I am fond of intelligent people. Especially when they make such exceptional reading companions."