Tormin himself didn't have a chance to see where Nalia was taken to, or how he had been taken to a different room. How he had arrived in that room, he also didn't know, but the cause was obvious once the ghostly woman released him and began to walk, or perhaps hover, around him. The way she moved was eerie, as if she moved too perfectly from one point to another, without a gait or bounce in her step. It made him feel with certainty that this thing was definitely dead, perhaps so long that she had forgotten. He shook his head, this was only a game, right?<br/><br/>The purple shield surrounding the lights, though obviously magical, was perhaps the most familiar thing to him. He knew instantly to keep his hands away from it, even though it was the perhaps one of the most important features of the room itself, and carried the lights he knew they would need to delve further into the temple. The rest of the room had items and furniture that were barely holding together, and likely had nothing of value to offer.<br/><br/>That left only the ghostly woman, asking for him to dance with her. "I'm not-!" he tried to stay, but was interrupted as he felt her cold hands slowly wrap around his, sending a chill through his body that put a stop to his words. His eyes idly looked down at the black ring on his hand, watching as the ghostly fingers of his dance partner gently touched the black metal. He had half a mind to try and pull it off of him, but he felt somehow that it likely would not let him go.<br/><br/>Tormin eyed the ghostly woman before him, still eerie but unable to deny the emotions behind her eyes and smile, as if she had been alone for ages longer than would be possible. "I don't know how to..." he paused and shook his head. If she thought he was her long lost love, then he likely needed to at least play the part. "That is... it's been so long... I'm not sure I remember the steps." His voice was unsure, but he hoped that it would sell his uncertainty with dancing. He'd never learned to dance while he was alive. He paused at that thought, realizing for the first time that he was acknowledging quietly that he must have been dead.<br/><br/>He shook off that feeling of dread. One thing at a time. He then stepped forward, his hand on hers, and his other hand at her waist. As he did so, he could hear music begin to play from an unknown source above their head. He counted silently in his mind, hoping he could figure this out easily, and then began to take his first awkward step forward along the floor.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------<br/><br/>"My love," the specter of the man spoke, his voice eerie, echoing towards Nalia as if from a far away distance, though he stood right in front of her. His eyes focused on the necklace she wore and he smiled, "You found it. I was not sure if someone had hidden it away from you, just as you were hidden from me." His eyes scrunched up, as if tears would fall from his eyes, though none came. There was more to the fact that he was clearly a specter, as ephemeral as he appeared. Even here, the age of the specter could be seen.<br/><br/>At times, his shape would appear as he did when he had perished, only just become a ghost with unfinished business. But time again, often enough really, his form would shift. His skin would become more transparent, allowing his skull to show. His eyes appeared weathered and worn in, and instead of wrinkles upon his features, there were cracks, like an ancient painting slowly losing its shape.<br/><br/>The room that the ghost and Nalia were in seemed to be more like a place of simple worship, or perhaps a chapel, with a stain glass window barely allowing light to sift through a thick layer of dust and grime. Just beneath the stain glass window, sat an altar, with a tome left open on its surface.<br/><br/>"I've waited here." He said, his voice shaking, or perhaps it was simply the way the sounds reached Nalia from his ethereal form, "I waited for you." He reached forward, clasping his cold, barely physical hands to Nalias, "I don't know for how long... and I don't care. An eternity would pass, and I would wait for you still."