<span style="color: teal">Jarvan sat in a chair in front of the mystery woman. He had taken his arrows from the rope while she was unconscious, replacing them in his quiver, and then tied her wrists and ankles to the chair to prevent her from running away again. Before he sat though, he examined the woman; there was something in her demeanor now that was difficult to see while she was awake. The woman appeared to be very pretty, but he could see the pain that painted her face over her life. Jarvan was going to attempt something which had only happened twice before; he would extend his mind to hers. It was not magic, for he could cast no spells of any sort, but something which he could not explain.<br/><br/>"Give me quiet for a few minutes, and do not disturb either of us. I want to try something. And only if I appear to be going deathly pale should you try to awake me."<br/><br/>Now sitting in the chair, he closed his eyes. Jarvan felt his mind, like a tendril, reach toward the woman. Initially there was no resistance, as unconsciousness weakens the defenses of the mind, but as he tried to expand his mind into hers, he was struck by a wide range of emotions, memories, and other things.<br/><br/>Jarvan could "see" the emotions of the woman, ranging from red anger, to blue shyness, and many colors in between. Occasionally a memory from the various stages of her life would arise. Some were from childhood, others more recent. One which interested him was a dark figure who had not too long ago drugged and captured the woman. He could feel the evil from the figure, the opposite of his own soul, and vowed that he would not allow the woman to be hurt by him again.<br/><br/>He probed deeper, seeking the name of the woman. Within the center of her mind was a black orb, one which Jarvan was unable to enter. He assumed it was there that the woman kept her name, and her most precious memories. Instead of forcing his way in, he spoke with his mind to the woman.<br/><br/>"My name is Jarvan. I apologize for what I did earlier with the rope, but instinct told me to capture, not to kill you. Please, when you awake, would you allow us to heal and treat you? We do not mean you any harm, and wish to help you. I will even offer you a glimpse of my memories to prove me trustworthy, if you so wish."</span>