"Ah, and a question about the Challenge...that is unusual as well." The voice replied, and wind began to swirl in the center of the room, taking a wispy, semi-solid form. The form was that of a beautiful woman, as if she were formed of mist itself. She 'wore' a diaphanous, dynamic gown that revealed a beautiful body underneath it, and she frowned, glancing down at herself and murmuring, as if to herself, though her voice filled the room. "Drat this place, setting my form to such. Ah, well, I'm bound to the rules of the bargain."<br/><br/>Looking up, sky-blue eyes gazed into Naael's, and she nodded to herself. "You have a multitude of choices. However, it comes down to one of three. Might, Mind, or Spirit. Choose a challenge, and I will either accept the choice, or direct you to choose another."