[Ace, the Trickster God looks the person before him up and down. His arms are crossed over his chest, as he silently judges them. This person is a mere mortal, who doesn't to a God like Ace.]

[Alastor, Ace's pet fawn stays by his leg. Soon Ace speaks up. He will probably offer you drugs at some point.]

"Who the hell are you, mate?" [He asks in Australian accent.]