Freyja's lips twitch momentarily, and she speaks in the husky voice of one in a dream.  "So many choices..."<br/><br/>Her own voice echoes in the spirit realm like some conversation heard from the rafters-- as if she and this servant sat the chimney top of a noble's manner and listened, breath hushed, for some secret to spill by the fireside.<br/><br/>She could lash out for him, of course.  Try to sever that which bound him to the physical world, leaving his consciousness to tumble endlessly-- sanity, identity, intelligence all lost with everything that tied him to the flesh.<br/><br/>Or she could try to misdirect him-- speak something confidently about heading west, then head east.  So simple, and it would give them a clean start.  The servant would still pay the price of failure, a fate perhaps rivaling that of leaving his body a vegetative husk, once it was discovered that they'd gone nowhere that she indicated.<br/><br/>Still, there was some part of her psyche that ached to squeeze this rat's spirit, to wring it out like one crushing the pulp from an orange, then toss it aside... and it was that part to which she had always listened.<br/><br/>Besides... if this servant had found her once, couldn't he again?<br/><br/>Her spirit lunged for him, a sudden enveloping like a diving flock of ravens.  In the physical world, she would have struck with a blade, or some crippling strike, but here she knew better-- spirits could be like water, and the only way to be sure he didn't escape was to focus her discipline to controlling him-- to lock him up and sever his soul from him.<br/><br/><br/>As if in deep sleep, Freyja's eyes twitch for a moment beneath their lids.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 4pt;">Roll Result: icsyhyat rolled: 1d100<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 11,<br/>Total: 11</span>