He grinned and set up a game of chess with her, taking the form he had promised those two, a gray and black furred gnoll with a distinctive pattern. And it was distinctive, one of the night stalker tribes back on his home plane, their fur perfect for vanishing into shadows and hiding. It looked like a living shadow sat on the bench, rather than an actual being, which would be the form he would use if the flowers were allowed to be cloaked in darkness during the night. He played the chess game with Delva, only using the intellect he had had when mortal, and discussed how she thought of magic, curious as to how a fellow sorcerer viewed it, as well as comparing spells known. Or at least, the spells he had known before ascending, since he now knew all of them.