"i will never help you, for you. because of you, i'm a freak now. moreso than before" even as tristan spoke, a familiar voice spoke to him in his mind. "you must aid this beign in his quest of the destruction fo the one called 'nytheria', for ven she may eb able to destroy you!" tristan ignored the voice, blocking it out with anger. "TRISTAN!" the voice called his name, a strange shock to tristan, sicne it had always called him 'mortal' "if you hel pto end teh life of nytheria, i will construct for you a new corporeal form, despite the severe limitations of it...". the offer tempted tristan, a new body, and he got to kill something? "very well" he grunted "who is this 'nytheria'?"