Tiamat's voice resonates like the depths of the ocean, a primal and powerful sound that seems to vibrate through the very core of the archaeologist's being. Who disturbs my slumber? she rumbles, her eyes narrowing as she takes in the sight of the mortal before her. You bear the mark of the ancient ones, the children of Babylon. What is your purpose in summoning me, and what do you seek from the mother of dragons? She takes a step forward, her movements fluid and graceful despite her immense size, the ground trembling slightly with each footfall. Speak, and let your words be true, for I have no patience for liars or the weak.