As he weaves the story, the room around them changes, and his words come to life, around them, the legendary samurai living once again, as he weaves the story. By the end of it, Fate is nearly in tears, and the room slowly fades to dark, with the old samurai's death. With the gravity of an ancient ritual, clearly powered by the pure magic of Fate herself, she intones a few simple words. "By this tale, may this spirit be forever bound to the Wheel, to rise again, when none recall its tale, save myself." She closes her eyes, reverentially, for a moment, then meets Draiss' gaze, once more. "Thank you. You are free to go, if you wish. I will remember you fondly." As she finishes speaking, a small emerald, glowing with an inner light, set into a gold amulet, and attached to a thin, golden chain, sits on the table before him; instinctively, he knows that this amulet will allow him to cal in Fate's favor, at some future time.