Twenty years worth of study, exploring, and some less than legal actions, had all lead to this moment, when I held the unassuming oil lamp in my hands. I began to rub it anti-clockwise while muttering my request in an otherwise dead tongue.
After a few moments the genie appeared, looking almost exactly like the one off that cheesy sixties TV show. ‘She’ looked ‘herself’ over.
“Huh. I presume this means Northern people rule now, if this is the default… Oh, hello Master, you get-“
“I wish to never stub my toes again!”
She blinked, then conjured up a sword.