Pathfinder had<em>not</em>expected the spirit to materialize right in the middle of her bedroom.  Not did she expect it to lack actual eyes.  Somehow, she knew it could see her, and it had sockets for what would be eyeballs...but the spirit itself did not actually have them.  The elf remained quiet while they talked.  This was the most respectful and nice she had seen the wolf shaman be.  Probably because she was dealing with the spirit and didn't want to offend it.  What...?  Oh, right, it was talking to her, it wanted to ask her a question, and get an answer.<br/><br/>"Oh, well...uhm, how do I say this."  She looked up for a moment.  "We're going into a situation that requires us to attack several people who will be carrying weapons.  I'm not sure what kind, but they're not anything special, I'd imagine.  Anyways, normally, I would wear armor for this, but it would alert the enemy to our presence if we did.  So, I'm dressing like this to avoid arousing suspicion...but I have no protection.  Which is why I need you.  I think it would upset her greatly if I was harmed."