"Once, long ago when I was bound on the eve of my kind's slaughter...I swore to the moon and stars that I would reward whoever released me from my eternal prison with the power of Gods and the riches of Empires. The ages wore on, and the mountains where I was bound crumbled to dust before the wind, and I swore that I would reward the one who freed me with the pleasures of the flesh: food, drink, the happiness of warm heart and burning hearth. My vessel was discovered, and when the seals could not be broken it was sold as a curiosity, a mere trinket. I swore that whoever found me would be granted one wish: whatever their heart desired." "I tire of patience, of generosity, of offering the descendants of my people's murderers the flowers of peace. I will grant you only one thing: a swift death, and after what I have suffered you will count it as a blessing." Instinct: To take revenge on those who killed it's kind

• Twist a granted wish into a horrible curse
• Weave an illusion about someone or something
• Conjure wonders from thin air
• Bring up ancient feuds, oaths, and obligations.