She smiles, and replies likewise; the language is an old, old version of Celestial, from the time before the devils fell to Hell, and split the language into Celestial and Infernal. "The other four games, I made a piece for my set, to remind me of my loss to them," she says, gesturing to the three Royals and the assassin unit, which he'll notice is an unassuming-looking human male. "A mere mortal, visiting the planes. I have never met his equal." She sighs a little, smiling at the memory. "As to why? You interest me, ascended mortal. You seem set to change the way we think, to tear down the establishment, and do things unlike the way they've been done for as long as I have existed. And, to be quite truthful? I am hoping that you succeed in your endeavors."