"Suit yourself," she sighed, muttering an incantation to herself.  The succubus was bathed in a pale, evanescent light, and as the light faded, so did Silet's body, flickering into and out of sight as if a candle in a gentle breeze, before picking up speed and giving her form.<br/><br/>"I mean," she said, her reach turning away from the uninterested rogue, her voice broken so finely it sounded like a clear echo, "for a time I can make you a ghost.  Your enemies' blades will pass through you, and your strikes will come from nowhere."  As she said this, she stood up through the bed, disappearing through the mattress up to just above her knees, before approaching the dragoon, making note to step through her spear.  "And if you can draw them here, and buy me enough time, I will send them all straight to hell.  Well, except for one or two, perhaps..."