Fletcher extended his hand towards the Paladiness, but quickly withdrew it when he realized that her fingers weren't quite typical.  He withdrew his hand in fright.<br/><br/>"Yowch!" he said.   "Scaryfingers!"  He didn't notice until after he said it that he might have hurt her feelings, so he placed his own hands behind his back, bowed deeply and said, in a low voice,  "Uh, sorry."<br/><br/>He cleared his throat, and then said:<br/><br/>"A binder!  Well, a binder is a person, like me, who is able to summon entities from elsewhere and be<strong>imbued</strong>with their power.  As you can imagine, this terrifies everyone because nobody ever really understands who or what these entities are.  People regretfully forget about the forgotten deities, or servants of deities.  Some of the entities I can channel are lords of other realms.  Some are scholars who have reached the highest accomplishments in their fields.  Some are unworshipped gods, while others are mad, power hungry tyrants.  There really isn't very much written about them nowadays, so I can never really tell what manner of creature I'm channeling until I've had a good spot of tea with them.  But they can be deceiving, and sometimes, I can mess up a ritual pretty badly.  So much that I... well, I don't really want to get into it.  Bad memories."<br/><br/>"But!  I'm pretty good at binding nowadays.  Fletcher's got a few tricks up his sleeves.  So, are there others on whom we are waiting on?  Or are we going to the building?  Because I'm famished!"