He stood and started to move toward her and the strange looking book but when it started to talk he stopped. Frowning he didn’t know what to say. Something didn’t feel right about that book. Though it called him master he did not feel a connection to it whatsoever. He could be deceiving himself for all he knew and the book really was something from his past. His hand raised to touch it but he could not bring himself to do so. It was dark, darker than he liked. Did that mean he dabbled in the black? Was he not a good wizard and was everything he was doing bringing him back to a life where he would be ruthless and cruel? He wasn’t sure if that was what that entailed but he certainly didn’t want any part of it. Withdrawing his hand he said; “I do not think I am the master you are seeking.” He looked to Priscalla hoping she would feel the same. “You must be confusing me with someone else. I do not remember you, nor do I feel like I have any connection to you whatsoever.”<br/><br/>The thought of this thing being a part of him made him sick and he would not have it. What should they do with it though? He had no idea what this book was or what it would do should they try anything. Would it try to hurt them or would it leave them alone? The darkness reverberating off of this book made him worry and a little concerned for anyone holding it. Looking toward Priscalla he said; “Do you know what kind of book this is?” He couldn’t ask the book directly, he’d already spoken to it enough. If it tried to talk to him again he would try to ignore it.