You say, 'Hail, Iyalinaoukh'
Iyalinaoukh tilts her head and glares down upon you with sapphire, feline eyes. The sphinx flaps her wings and rears her head in a gesture of amusement, 'A mortal before Iyalinaoukh? Truly, how ironic this is, but yet it is without just end. Move along, mortal. This place of Norrath's creatures is not one that takes kindly to the presence of the free. Even in this place, our crimes are beyond your understanding and your ears unworthy of the voices that would tell their tales.'