Your incantation spell causes the magic circle to flicker with activity. In seconds a bright light overtakes your room and it’s radiance nearly blinds you on the spot, all before it’s slowly evaporating to reveal a man standing before you with a large smile.

“I am Berserker Spartacus. Sorry to ask this, but are you a tyrant?”

His question seemed simple but his smile remained in it’s unnerving state.