He actually looks a bit surprised at the offer, and takes a moment to think. "Forlorn, a lost soul. Abandoned and forgotten, and willing to die. I'd like to spend time with them, keep them here, until their time passed," he says, with a bit of melancholy; before anyone can reply to that, or ask for further clarification, he vanishes, accompanied by a low, howling wind, that sound like the voices of the forgotten dead were carried upon it. Delvahine shivers. "I don't think I'll be back here."