Ah, so you're both seeking the counsel of the wise veteran who survived the previous conflict, are you? [He puffs himself up with a smile as if they've pandered to his ego, but the joke doesn't really last, and his expression becomes more grim and thoughtful. He glances over his shoulder to make sure there aren't any (other, besides him) eavesdroppers, before looking back to them both.]

Listen, the whole premise of this situation bothers me. Our dashing Tribune tells us an Oracle is here and it'll help us somehow, but that it's somehow as mysterious and unknowable as the Goddess herself. [He scoffs.] Doesn't that seem kind of convenient?