The misshapen man lifts his head and tilts it to the side.  "I do not know Naiobe Percivan," he answers calmly, "No Percivan has ever refused the pact."<br/><br/>The top of the altar behind her was empty save the four strange light pillars and an ornate sarcophagus in the center.  But in the space between one heartbeat and the next she was not alone.  The power flared against her back like the heat of a bonfire and the four cold burning fires faltered and threw the chamber into darkness.  She could feel him there behind her, the elvish blood in her thrumming suddenly in response to the presence of the fallen elven deity.<br/><br/>"The worm cannot answer your questions child.  Approach me now and I will illuminate you."<br/><br/>The words did not come from behind her but rather they seemed to echo from inside in the same way her own voice carried to her.