You tell Her Highness, Queen Moirean of the Imps, "Do you have any tattoos,
Moirean? The normal ones, not... you know, magical ones."

Moirean tells you, "Bitch."

You tell Her Highness, Queen Moirean of the Imps, "I-- well."

Moirean tells you, "Is this the Nightmare, again?"

You tell Her Highness, Queen Moirean of the Imps, "No, it-- oh, I must be
projecting. I'm sorry, sometimes it is difficult to control."

Moirean tells you, "What."

You tell Her Highness, Queen Moirean of the Imps, "Telepathy, it is very complex.
.. I seem to have it under control. Do you have tattoos, or know anything about
them? I promise this is no Godly business."

Moirean tells you, "That was you? All of that?"

You tell Her Highness, Queen Moirean of the Imps, "Yes."

Moirean tells you, "How do you know Orak? He's real?"

You tell Her Highness, Queen Moirean of the Imps, "Orak--."

You tell Her Highness, Queen Moirean of the Imps, "He's... a friend. Close
friend. And I am not sure he is real. I like that about him."

Moirean tells you, "I saw his tattoos. On my arms."

Moirean tells you, "He's YOUR friend?"

You tell Her Highness, Queen Moirean of the Imps, "Well, yes, of course."

Moirean tells you, "His tattoos are of me. Does he have any tattoos of
you?"

Moirean tells you, "Providing he exists."

You tell Her Highness, Queen Moirean of the Imps, "It's funny, existentialism
never bothered me overmuch. You know, I was just thinking about his tattoos. I
thought I might like to make some of my own. He doesn't have any of me."

Moirean tells you, "Maybe he does not truly exist for you, then."

You tell Her Highness, Queen Moirean of the Imps, "Oh, it's really okay. I don't
think I do, either."

Moirean tells you, "I Dreamed him once and he keeps returning and every time, a
new tattoo of me. My eyes, my tail, my wings."

You tell Her Highness, Queen Moirean of the Imps, "Symbolic, isn't he...
beautiful creature. Even better than the markings are his words. By gods, have
you read his poetry?"

Moirean tells you, "Or maybe your eyes just aren't as pretty."

Moirean tells you, "Of course I have. It's about us."

You tell Her Highness, Queen Moirean of the Imps, "All of the poems?"

Moirean tells you, "It has been a while..."

Moirean tells you, "You've really met him?"

You tell Her Highness, Queen Moirean of the Imps, "Erm, well, yes."

You tell Her Highness, Queen Moirean of the Imps, "We got along very well."

Moirean tells you, "Hmm."

Moirean tells you, "I suppose he's real then..."

You tell Her Highness, Queen Moirean of the Imps, "I was really just, er...
asking about your knowledge of tattoos..."

Moirean tells you, "I've always wondered."

Moirean tells you, "Oh. Did you need some done?"

You tell Her Highness, Queen Moirean of the Imps, "I have certain... hang-ups
about the idea of someone else marking me. I thought I might want some of my own,
but I don't know what sort of tattoos one wears. I don't know why one wears
them. I don't want to do it just because they are pretty."