Minha had finally decided that the black-and-silver beast was worth taking seriously.  Gingerly, she fiddled with the ivory clasp on one of her hearthstone amulets, locking the Bloodstone securely back into place from where she'd loosened it slightly.  With a subtle click, the hearthstone re-tuned itself to her, and the magic began resolving through her system almost immediately.  The qat faded immediately as if it had been a mere daydream; in place of the euphoria snapped together a much more... formal sense and sensibility.  The shift might have almost been startling.<br/><br/>"It's a bold beast that would take refuge here, and an even bolder spirit," Minha observed wryly, slowly rising to her feet.  "I amn't sure you are either.  If I may be forgiven the liberty of being so forthright as to ask-- what is your name, and what manner of being are you?"