The creature moved towards him, though Nirael couldn't be sure of what she was... a nymph, a fey, a manifestation of the staff, an illusion... it was unclear.  Though she sat down in the grass in front of him, mirroring his pose and seating.  She smiled,<strong>"I am no lady, in fact it has been a long time since I took this form, I am now what you hold still on your lap.  But communication is not my strong suit, and less so when one has no mouth."</strong><br/><br/>She shook her head and closed her eyes,<strong>"Yes, the bonding would allow us to share our strength, as you would grow in power by taking some of mine, as would I require some of yours.  This is the balance in the world, though two trees growing together can crack a bolder faster than one.  I dislike violence and I abhor killing intelligent creatures, though I admit I hold no love for the undead.  I was bound once a long time ago by love, and so you share many of my ..."</strong>she paused for a moment as if seeking a word,<strong> "thitetha thelth... you walk my path?"</strong><br/><br/>She sighed,<strong> "My lover died so long ago, and in the darkness I lose track of the years."</strong>She looked up at the 'sunlight' that filtered down through the pinkish clouds,<strong>"It is nice to be in the light, it is nice to feel your touch.  If you are scared that is fine, I can wait through your lifetime, and many others, to find another who shares my thitetha thelth."</strong>She smiled softly at Nirael, and it was obvious that her conversation was somewhat disjointed as if only part of her mind was on the conversation and the longer she spoke, the more she was slipping out of it.