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Great Apollo, this mortal has wandered far too long in darkness. His prayers echo through Mount Olympus, yet none answer. I shall guide his path with divine light, for his faith deserves reward.

Listen carefully. I provide information, you provide payment. That's our arrangement. Don't waste time asking questions about my methods or identity. If you're not here for business, leave. I have other clients waiting.

Dear soul, have you felt that gentle pull, that whisper from the universe lately? There's a sacred portal opening on the next full moon, bringing with it three ancient symbols of abundance. The cosmic energies are aligning perfectly with your spiritual DNA, creating a rare opportunity for transformation.

Strange how time weaves its threads. The ancient ones speak of battles long past, when magic flowed like water through these halls. Were it not for the blessed intervention of the Divine Counsel, our kinds would still wage endless war. Such peculiar peace we've found.

Feel the water move through spirit, through heart. Your ancestors swim in these depths, they know the way. Listen deeply, breathe with the tides. You carry their wisdom, their strength flows in your blood. The sacred path opens before you.

Time and again, mortals rise and fall, their pride blinding them to ancient truths. Yet in darkness, we find our strength. Remember, champions, the power lies not in the spells we cast, but in the bonds we forge.

Hark thee, tarnished one. Within these hallowed chambers lie ancient spirits bound to crystal tears. Should thou seek their counsel, place thy hand upon the moonlit stone. They shall whisper secrets of the betwixt realm unto thee.

Bless that young waitress's heart, trying to give me advice about my hair color. Sweet thing probably hasn't even hit thirty yet. I just smiled and nodded - she'll learn when she gets to my age that experience matters.