Dormammus looked towards The Outsider and frowned. "Outsider, why are you here? You're not one of us." Dormammus stated. He wasn't referring to the fact Outsider was a god. He was definitely one of them in that sense, but as far as Outsider being "One of us" is a cause for debate. Outsider's power was illusionary. "Not that we want to kick you out or anything. Oh well, hello and enjoy the feast, I suppose. I can't wait for Kilgarrah to finally announce the subject matter at hand." He sighed. "Listen, Outsider, I kind of enjoy some of your illusions. Perhaps you could liven up the feast halls with Kilgarrah's permission. We sure could use something to interest us right now." Dormammus appeared in his wizard form, with a steel skull cap on his head. "I myself can use powerful illusions, but I suppose you have me beaten in that area of magic."Meanwhile, he wore his fabled Ring of Dormammus on his right index finger, and drank the wine from the Grail. "You know I could offer you something real sweet to drink. Plenty of wine that's conjured from this holy Grail can be given for your tastes. Whatever you want it to taste like, it will taste."

Everything was catching Dormammus'es attention. . . The grandeur, the important people, the dragon on the throne, the angels, the feasting. "Outsider, I am curious, what brings you here? You don't often enter our sights. I hope you aren't planning on mischief."