Lucien Enjolras

"Let's see. Now I may go against the grain, and speculate these spirits, whose chief aim is entertainment, bring together contrary personalities for the sake of seeing sparks. You and Enjolras are ideal counterbalances... and whoever summoned you, they made sure Enjolras wasn't far behind. But for that reason I think it's unlikely. These spirits are playing a game, taking turns." Claudius thinks of the people who were here from the beginning, that first week or two when every other day marked a new arrival. The game isn't like chess, with pieces lined up on both sides of the boards, but like weiqi, with pieces being dropped in as they go. But if he had to choose from the people in this room ...

"Lan Wangji," he says. "Two extremes of eloquence. He's a man of most extraordinary wit and humor, know'st thou -- his wit is a well-aimed bon mot with a raised brow. Yours is a very whirlwind of words, wherein thou hid'st wisdom."