<span style="color: #b3b300">"Yes, and if I wasn't forced by the enchantment to be here I'd probably be ruled by my fear and hide in the Sanctuary until the binding cooked me to death. I don't think you will hurt me, I think you're a good woman who needs friends, but your power is terrifying and I've seen what can happen to people who are corrupted by their power... even good people." </span>She turned around and kissed Shauna hard, her nails biting Shauna as she held the paladin.<span style="color: #b3b300">"You don't understand how much I fear your power, power in general..."</span><br/><br/>Sharindia would feel the magical tug of being summoned as a brief warning and seconds later she'd find herself sitting in a Silvremoon bar facing a well-groomed Night Elven man standing before a large tome that radiated the power of an Eternal.<span style="color: #b35900"> "Hello, Sharindia. You may call me Looker. I would like to talk to you about your daughter, her future, and her death." </span>Although the voice came from the man the experienced mage would be able to see the man was merely the shell and Eternal in question was the book. An image of a little Night Elven girl appeared but her features were distorted as though behind viewed through water.<span style="color: #b35900"> "You have done... an endured, terrible things to save your daughter. What about your granddaughter?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>