The dwelf smirks at your confidence, and shrugs.<br/><br/>"Well, child, time will tell..." With a grunt, the ancient hybrid claps his hands together, drawing upon a vast amount of magical power out of the blue. He may not be combat oriented, you realize... but his mastery of the arcane is certainly no slouch. Even the faerie queen's presence in the back of your mind seems to be impressed...<br/><br/>And then, just as suddenly, it all vanishes, and the dwelf drops down to a sitting position on the ground. He's breathing heavy... so whatever it was that he was attempting must have at least had some effect.<br/><br/>"I dare not touch it... you will have to assert your dominance over the spirit, if you wish for it to continue working with you..."