"Koilembolon of Tasalkonic, He Who Fled... I've been expecting you. Please, do step in." the voice echoed back, the sound escaping the Gorgon's mouth echoing the surprise that most mortals felt upon hearing Koil - for a creature so supposedly monstrous, Dormeria's voice was like satin - rich, sensuous, and encompassing. That was without the added effects of magic. Still, she saw no need to begin a battle of sorcery.
Assuming that Koil reacted like anybody would when they first spoke to an oracle that they did not know was such, the room around them would echo the silence that no doubt would be beginning to creep into his mind (unless of course he had interacted with seers in the past, but the chances of that seemed slim) - the fae scattered across the room would stop moving and stare down directly at the intruder. Occurrences like this were fairly commonplace for Dormeria, and while by a mortal's lifespan they may have seemed far and few between, Dormeria's unnatural life had continued for a sufficient span of time that she found them considerably more frequent. Still, the situation was not one that could be read in the pool alone, and even with her foresight she could not see beyond the glimpses into Koil's arrival and mere fragments of his past. The playing field could certainly be considered uneven, but for Koil, that seemed to have been commonplace in the past.
"I feel like I owe you my name, given that I have you at a disadvantage. I am Dormeria, the Sage of Stone, and I provide alchemical services for the many inhabitants of Tiaquin... I have also been known to prophesy in my spare time - why I know your name and title. Would you like to sit and be civilised, or will we be resorting to petty combat after all? I doubt that would go well for you." She added, laughing a little to herself. The laugh was dry, almost as dry as the city she lived in, and the sound would perhaps be a little jarring to her unexpected guest. Such things were to be expected from a race that lived primarily underwater. Even so - while his arrival was not entirely unexpected, it was not something she had meticulously planned for. The situation at hand would require tact and perhaps a little persuasion to deal with, but from her initial impressions Koil did not seem to be unreasonable. It was very possible that a deal could be struck...
Or perhaps there would be new additions to her collection. It was difficult to tell these sort of things, even with divine providence by one's side.