Modigliani: “Go ahead, eat up. Let's see if you can grow into even more vibrant colors.”

Rover: “What are you doing?”

Modigliani: “I have a habit of taking care of these Primordia Blooms. Be careful. They can release hallucinogenic toxins.Since we from Fisalia grew up around their venom, we're not affected by it, but it's safer for anyone untrained to stay away.”

Rover: “They do look beautiful.”

Modigliani: “Dangerous things always seem to know how to draw attention. The illusions they create can be so captivating that they make people forget their everyday worries. Much like the emotions stirred by theater, wealth, and status-each is but a fleeting illusion.”

Rover: “That's an interesting perspective…”

Modigliani: “Unfortunately, the sober-minded are always the minority. Most people from the Fisalia district are weighed down by outdated honors, unable to break free from our past. They constantly mention how Fisalia was instrumental in founding Ragunna and the Order of the Deep. But now, we've put away our cold swords and let go of our vigilant ways. As time goes on, what does Fisalia have left, aside from empty pride? Just a facade of mystery and intrigue, perhaps. It's the last refuge for many from Fisalia-a flimsy cover for our flaws.”