The lightbearer hesitantly walked forward, no longer constrained by her magic. He relaxed, nodding slowly as his eyes followed her. She walked around him, scrutinizing him as he trailed her with his gaze in return. Her touch hastened his heart, and he felt that familiar sensation, terrible and tempting gratification all at once.He began to breathe hard, but once she spoke of his aunt and their comrades, he nodded his head, "It... it would make me feel better, yes."<br/><br/>"Thank you." He said suddenly, as if he were a child reminding himself to be polite. He followed her outside of the circle, back towards her old books, "Yes... Information is good. And our druid would appreciate some rest, I should think... She also..." He paused, uncertain whether or not to tell this strange woman about Al'Rhayel's own 'condition'... "It has been an eventful voyage."<br/><br/>He followed her commands to stand before her without question, but then, when she asked him to disrobe, the young paladin hesitated. He licked his lips and nodded, remaining silent for awhile as he loosened the bands first on his gloves, "Are there others like you? Allies?"<br/><br/>Norton pulled his gloves off and threw them at his feet, then unbuckled his pauldrons and slipped them off his shoulders. He knelt down and placed them in the slowly accumulating pile of clothes, "The other three artifacts... What will happen once they are assembled? Will be enough to defeat Tenebrax?" He stood up and began to unbutton his shirt as he spoke. He stripped it off and threw it down upon the floor. He stood before her, blonde and blue eyed and fair. His features were youthful, but his eyes were hard and his brow furrowed. Even so, his lips were soft and pursed, his entire bearing one of apprehension and gradually warming distrust. His torso was lean, his body muscled and pleasing to behold. A small trail of hair went from his navel down to the hem of his trousers, though beyond that, he was seemingly as hairless as an elven man might be.