[Wait, the questionnaire wasn't it? Fandaniel doesn't seem overly pleased when asked to have a seat, but he does as bidden anyway, sliding reluctantly into the indicated seat.]

Hello, Gladio. If there's more questions shouldn't they have been on the paper?

[Maybe! And who's sending this poor fellow to interrogate random strangers, anyway??]

.... Near as I can figure, as I hadn't been paying attention at the time, some five thousand years ago an empire named Allag thought it would be a very good idea to build an entire moon around a very, very angry dragon Primal and turn it into a large round solar panel. A few years ago a different empire, Garlemald, saw fit to open that moon up and out came the dragon. Explosively.

[Fandaniel's gesture is a bit negligent.]

It went very badly for anyone in the vicinity of course. And asparagus has a bitter taste I do not even remotely care for. I can acknowledge others do, but they are entitled to their wrong opinions.