"Pray tell, o' wandering one, what brings thee to thy humble abode?" Fischl converses with a tone of elegance as she sits atop a throne. "Speak, and you may just be granted either the blessings of protection from yours truly, or the curse of death."

"Do be mindful that whatever you say will decide your fate, trespasser." Oz the Eel adds as he slithers over Fischl's shoulders.

(You can choose to have this take place either on land or underwater.)