Kefka grinned as Roman took in the surroundings. He allowed the man ample time to examine. Of course once Roman asked the question Kefka was quick to leap into his own brand of pompousness.

"I am the purveyor of change, progress, and bedlam. I am life, death, and war all bound to a single form. I am the lightning, fire, and ice, the seas boil at a word from me and the mountains crumble beneath my gaze. I am the god of magic, of power. The very universe rests in my hands. And you... oh, I know your type. You just want what you want, regardless of who you have to step on to get there... heheh... I like that."

He stands, throwing his arms open as he grinds his heel into the Behemoth's side, ignoring the grimace it gives the mad god. "Which is why I've had my minions bring you here... I have a business proposition I think you might like."