Cain snarled inwardly. He knew it was a long shot for this girl to put any faith into him out of the blue, but he had, after all, saved her life. Or had he made that clear? Regardless, he pushed any anger back into his mind and turned to the tactful approach.

“My name is Cain,” he said softly, after waiting a short moment to make sure that Felicia wasn't going to continue mumbling. “I'm pretty much a ghost, so there really isn't a better way I could go about contacting you. For my intrusions...I apologize.” She seemed so distraught. Perhaps she was still recovering from her run-in with the thieves? Or was she questioning her own sanity?

“Truth is, I heard the voice too. The one in my dreams. I thought I might have been finally losing it. But as it turned out, a...friend of mine heard it too. We decided the only way to figure it out was to come here and find its owner. We did. You can too. You can put an end to your self-doubt. If you heard her voice, you're stronger and far more important than you imagine. I'm not asking you to come with me; I'm begging you.” Those words were more painful than Cain thought. While there was some pleasure in convincing others that he held some regard for them -proof of his mental superiority, in fact- it still prickled his pride. “We're counting on you, my child. At least do it to pay me back for saving you from the thieves?”

He hoped that these appeals to duty and pity would do the trick. If not...well, force was far less of a viable option than it was an attractive one. She might already have a hint of what he was capable of, given where he had lodged her longsword. That was one detail she'd be better off forgetting.