(Thanks! It's a great song!)<br/><br/>Taiga smirked wearily, trying to get a look at Astor, and failing to see more than the tops of his shoes. It was a damned nuisance being tethered to the floor like this. "Well, that depends on what you need," Taiga said calmly. "And where your motivations lie. I speak every language there is, and write them, too. I have immense magical power, albeit locked in this band around my neck. The limits are less on my end than yours, master. I might suggest letting me up from the floor, so we can discuss aspirations outside of a reception hall?"