Kaleed took the papers that were handed to him, and went to one knee. His head bent as he began describing what he had seen outside, and the massacre of the guards and horses. After a few sentences, he inspected what he wrote and nodded satisfied that he had accurately  portrayed what was happening outside.<br/><br/>Suddenly, an overwhelming pressure seemed to crush his entire body. After an instant it dispersed however.<br/><br/>Looking up, eyes wide with suprise, he watched in as the older monk inspected the pouch that contained his control sphere.<br/>The magics that guided the bonds between him and the sphere were vague due to the fact that he was originally expected to pass hands between masters.<br/><br/>If anyone claimed possession of it, unknowingly or no, they in-turn could order him to do anything save for killing himself.<br/>The monk had not actually touched it, however, the enchantments had not been fully activated. He would probably be compelled to follow this mans orders, but if he resisted enough, he could disobey.<br/><br/><br/>He pulled himself to his feet, walked shakily to the monk who was bent over the pouch. Quickly adding that the pouch was of no consequence, and that it was a keepsake of his, he held the papers out towards the man.