He had smiled and shaken his head. "No, for I am Choice, and that is a chaotic thing. I would hate to accidentally force a choice on you just by being near. It has happened once or twice. It just sort of... happens, when I am around. Besides, my place is in the swirling chaos of a battlefield, where hundreds of thousands of millions of choices are made, and for good or ill, they are carried out. Not all of the battlefields require bloodshed, but those are merely the easiest to understand. My thanks, but peace is always a little boring for me.<br/><br/>But when you are ready, send word not to me, but to the Oversoul of the Shadow Stalkers. It is the one that runs them, I just advise a direction. And I will conveniently fail to mention that it shouldn't assist you when your opponent inevitably tries to draw me off. What with so many choices, it can't be helped that one slips my mind."<br/><br/>He had paused at the exit, before turning back, a mischievous smile on his lips. "May you and yours make the right choices."