"Any tale can seem fantastic until it's proven," he shrugged, leaning back in his chair to sip at his drink. A signet ring winks in the low light on his right ring finger - not the original, long since destroyed, but a commissioned replica of the one he'd worn as Prime Minister: to remind him never to underestimate the guile and trickery of humans, no matter how stupid they seemed.

"I'm not fishing for gullibility at all. Simply conveying that some call him a magician, and some consider him a scientist. Really, though, he's just a rogue traveler from a planet long lost to time. A madman too wrapped up in his own idea of himself."