Draiss sagged as the creature spoke, the sanity and tone, the posture and words, everything... Bolvar...<br/><br/>He sighed, even as the creature blurred, its speed impossible by mortal standards, but Draiss was so far beyond mortal standards that the creature might as well have stood still. He leaned back, a fraction of an inch further than he had, nearly parallel with ground below in an instant, and slashed twice with his weapon, the first time the blade of the Sivridut skittering off of dead flesh, but the second time it managed to punch though, though only a few inches at best, barely drawing blood on the blade. But it was enough for what he needed. He cleaned the blade of the dead blood as he began teleporting to avoid the strikes, appearing just behind the blade, as he examined the blood. "Bolvar. I might be able to help you. But I can promise that even if I can't, before the next sun set you see, the pain will have stopped. But you have to let me help."