[ It’s clear his double is dubious, wary of his intentions. He can’t blame him really, he’s still a stranger in a strange place. So he give his hands one small squeezes before holding them light enough that they can easily be pulled away. ]

We’re going to do a bit of play acting. You in the part of the Winglord, myself the hierophant. Well… [ He chuckles softly] Perhaps a bit less play acting for you.

I’d like for you to picture, imagine, that we’re standing at the end of a long runway. It’s night time but at either side of the runway dozens, hundred even, of tiny lanterns are lit up, illuminating the ground so it looks like a mirror of the star filled sky above us.

Can you see it?