Cyriana tilted her head slightly to the left before glancing at Calvin. "I sincerely am not sure. Cyrandion seems to be rather protective of it and claims that I'll die if it is removed. A cleric tried to remove it without my permission and he got fried by a bolt of arcane energy - that wasn't my doing." She added hastily. "I tried removing it once myself, I just passed out before I could touch it." [i]Now now, why would you like to be rid of me, dear Cyriana? We have traveled so far together. It is impolite enough you use those runed bandages to hamper with my vision...[/i] The frail elf spat on the ground and shook her head. "So now you lot know our - MY little secret." [i]You are a fool, my little frail friend. Still, worry not. I'll keep you safe from harm.[/i] Again the dark haired woman winced in discomfort. "Still, even a spirit of a dragon is wise and intelligent - much wiser and more intelligent that I at least. She does offer some insight to things every once and a while and has saved my life a few times when I have been unconscious." [i]Aaah, flattery. I do like that. Of course I can't let my host be killed - you saw the last fool's head back at the cave. Maybe one day your body will be mine, but for the time being you'd better take a good care of it, my little elf.[/i] Cyriana clutched her head and let out an annoyed groan. "Stay silent already!"