Isolde seems to squirm, before finally relenting. "Alright, alright," she says, sighing, frustrated. "It's... amazing. I don't even know how to describe it. I don't think a mortal could<em>comprehend</em>what it's like. It's... it's as if all the purest, most wonderful essences of everything you<em>crave</em>were distilled into a single drop of liquid, and every drop makes you feel strong enough to challenge the<em>gods.</em>I only had the chance to taste it that once, mind, but.. I want it more than<em>anything.</em>I'd shout my True Name in the middle of every city in the Abyss, for a chance to taste that, again."