Jasper stares at you. Her eyes are pits of bottomless gold, all seeing, all-knowing. Her nose is crinkled in concentration. She watches for a long moment and then squares her shoulders in resolution - and gives a soul-crackingly cute sneeze in response.

"I am [b]Jasper Inkra[/b] -" [i]tsink![/i] She frowns and looks at her nose a little cross-eyed. "Did I do that right?" she murmured to herself before continuing with the stately presence of a Roman orator, one hand dramatically raised, the other folded behind her back. "- and I am honoured to," [i]tsink![/i] "greet you. I am [b]The Sun[/b]. Are you the" [i]tsink![/i] "god of these lands?"