They make quite a pair as Tyger and Giselle walk slowly through the city to Helm’s temple. Of course as soon as she had leaned on him he had put his arm around her waist and slid himself under her arm so that it rested across his shoulders. Her with the charcoal skin of her father’s race and him in his unusual armor made of pure shadow and magic walking slowly almost like lovers out for an afternoon stroll. Most if not all of the people opening gawking at them do not bother to notice the pain she experiences with each step and breath. He laughs at her concern for his health, “As I’m sure you know Magic Missiles is one of the first spells wizards learn when first starting their training in magic. They don’t have much bite, their only real advantage is that they never miss and cannot be dodged. Sure as the mage grows in power they can launch up to five but they are still little more than annoyances to all but the weak. By the time we reach the temple there will be nothing left that the priests can do for me.”<br/><br/>They reach the temple and after the initial shock their appearances give the acolytes a priest is quickly brought to see to Giselle’s injuries. The priest gently takes Giselle from Tyger’s hold and puts on a cot in a side room. Before attending her injuries though he calls to an acolyte to fetch the high priest. Looking at Tyger with a sorrowful look he says, “I will see to your friends injuries but your affliction is beyond what I can do for you. The high priest will see to your needs, sir.”<br/><br/>Tyger gives the priest a quick smile of thanks that does not reach his eyes. As soon the priest turns to look at Giselle Tyger’s false smile vanishes and he rolls his eyes knowing what is coming from the high priest. He has been through this many times in past two centuries. With a true smile for his friend he says, “I will be just outside. I’ll see you once the kind priest here has taken care of your injuries.” He turns and walks out of the room and leans against wall next to the door not at all looking forward to meeting the high priest.<br/><br/>The wait is not very long as even though Tyger had not noticed a sense of urgency to the message the high priest approaches just behind the acolyte moving at an almost run. The high priest starts to enter the room asking, “What is so import …” He stops in mid stride and mid word as his eyes fall on the half elf leaning on the wall. “Oh I see. Let me start by saying how so…”<br/><br/>Tyger stands up straight from the wall holding up his right hand with palm out in the universally recognize ‘Stop’ gesture. Looking directly into the high priest’s eyes he says, “Before you go any further you should know that this is not the first time I have had this conversation with somebody of your holiness. I got my curse got over two centuries ago. I am well aware of what I am and I have made this curse my own. For me it has become more blessing than curse. I use the strength it gives me to fight evil and help those weaker than myself. It has been over a century sense I lost control of my emotions and thus the beast. I change when it is beneficial to do so, when I choose to, and this mind and soul remain in control of my actions. I don’t want your cure and will not allow you to give it to me.”<br/><br/>The high priest’s jaw drops open in shock momentarily. Then he mutters some words in a quiet prayer to Helm and waves his Holy Symbol before Tyger. With his spell now in affect the older priest looks at Tyger studying him intently for several seconds. The priest’s jaw drops open again with a new shock. He quickly recovers and says, “I can see your connection to the shadows and the evil of your curse, but I also see that you are telling the truth. You are better than most warriors I tend to, but not absolutely good. There is some evil in you, as there is in all of us but you are for the most part a very good man. Which also surprises me as I can see the pain you carry, a pain that in a lesser form has turned many people bitter and evil. One with such a curse as you have could have very easily turned into a real monster filled with hatred and rage.”<br/><br/>Tyger smiles, “Hunted down and killed by someone like myself. I fought such a monster like you are speaking of. Although it died it left its mark on me. It was very hard at first the beast is strong, but I refused to let the monster win and have taken control of it instead of it taking control of me.”<br/><br/>The high priest bows to Tyger saying, “It was my honor to meet you, Sir. I will not bother you any further. You are correct, you do not need my cure.” The priest turns and leaves, leaving the acolyte and several others staring open mouthed at the half elf ninja. Tyger nods at the high priest and simple returns to leaning on the wall.