"If the name 'Triktarinti' helps you get a handle, I will provide that. Didn't think it would though."
"If I knew what it was, I would have been more inclined to push it aside so we could speak."
"Well, this is your dream. If you can dream it, you can do it. Literally, here."
"We don't have to be so paranoid if you don't want to. This is all within your dream. Everything you see is either a part of your psyche or mine. Only your subconscious canooverhear us. Hence why I use this form of communication."
Okay, I'll let you two this once. Next time, though, let's abide by the rules.
The Quori are the masters of the Plane of Dreams, Qualentesi. They and I have.... a difference of philosophy. Crazy territorial buggers towards such as me.
Well, normally I say that since you blew the riddle, it's too bad. However, I like you. I'll give you another chance. Find me in the waking world, and we'll see if your talents interest me.
Now then: Where did you grow up?
Why does your heart not harbor the hatred that all the rest of your kind seems to have?