Diamond Pantheon

What is this foolish trickster, who desires...amusement...more than power?

Trickster, should you ever wish for someone to... open up that pack you call a brain and see what makes it tick...give Grey Aides a call.

Have I guessed it aright? You store memories...thought processes...something in that mess of wiring.

AIiCE? What do you think?

Suddenly the Trickster is pushing Aides against a nearby wall.

"You'll leave it alone, or you'll suffer the consequences."

He reaches around Grey Aides and pulls out a lengthy chunk of the wall, which he snaps in half.

Then he strides away.

"Heh, sorry Aides, but you really shouldn't be messing around with a Steepest, especially a potentially unstable one. Though I'm surprised he even took ya as a threat, given that I've poked at the Pak a little bit and he didn't seem to mind overmuch. But you riled him up enough that he didn't even take the opportunity to gloat over your failure to guess another of his silly riddles. So perhaps you did get it right. I figured it was a backup pack of some sort - it's definitely an advantage for him on some front or another."