Whatever it was that Nirael had suspected or expected, Lirialla's appearance from the tree's side certainly surpassed it. He had some suspicions that he would come to learn to talk to the figure in the staff, that it contained a touch of a spirit of some sort to teach him a path that would help him along in his studies of the primal and connecting with the rest of things. The way it had felt back when he had sought to save the messenger kobold was one hint, the feeling back when they'd arrived in this place was another. Yet he had not anticipated the figure to leave the staff behind only to be made manifest in such a fashion. He had to admit that as an appreciator of fine feminine forms he couldn't stop himself from looking her over, and find the way she was rather amusing and fitting. Curiosity and a bit of awe was present in his mind but he fought to not look like a stumbling fool before her.<br/><br/>Drawing a breath and contemplating his answer for a second or two, Nirael answered in a gentle tone of voice soon after.<strong>"Lady Lirialla I presume? I am pleased to meet you like this, though I believe I have already felt your approval in the past."</strong>He smiled a hint recalling the feeling he had received on wanting to keep the kobold woman alive in the circumstances they had been facing. Possibly the way he had sought to keep Mara alive as well, though he wasn't entirely certain. The tales of Alher trying to make enemies into allies later on certainly had an impact.<br/><br/><strong>"I have been brought here to aid in bringing the people home, to unite a particular key, and came to hold your staff in my hands before. I would like to continue to carry your staven form with me, and learn from you. I am also willing to become your master but I would ask first what it entails, I am inclined there but knowing beforehand should help make up my mind. From the bit of reading I've been doing, I take it that I'd be less inclined to strike a foe down if I could try and convert them yes?"</strong>While he was quite willing to accept Lirialla and the staff, he wondered if there would be a price, a limitation to his own act. It might be something he'd accept as part of things, he did prefer to make friend and allies after all, but a part of him also felt at some point it would be necessary to strike to not wound, but slay, and needed to confirm some things for himself.