[h1]Drosil Maeneld[/h1]

Drosil was quick to follow his guide to his room, paying little attention as he began to review his current chemial reagents and incense sticks. Once he arrived, he gave but a quick hello abd good-bye before shutting the door. This was followed by the sound of clanging, foreign curses, and a few more odd noises as the summoner got to work. First, a rune would be painted onto the door, keeping it from opening without his say so, and keeping all noises and smells from exiting the confines of his quarters. Then he'd get a bunch of incense holders, placing them around in a very specific way. Once that was done, he'd begin connecting thw holders, slowly and carefully drawing a intricate magic circle. He then cast a spell on it to keep it from smudging and turn his attention to another space on the floor, in which he began another circle, only this time he did it in reverse. 

Once that was done, he would look over this handiwork, giving a nod of contentment once he was certain that no mistakes had been made. Just one wrong rune and he ciuld unleashingnsome powerful havoc on this plane, and he didn't want that. 

"Okay, now that I have everything set-up, I need to chose what to summon, so what do I need? Not a incubus, nor any form of demon. Maybe an elemental or cosmic spirit, but then what kind . . . Hmmmm. Time, no, too contemplative. Shadow is too untrustworthy and tricksy, Air is too rambunctious, Earth's too stubborn, Water's too mellow . . . but Fire mighy be perfect. And instead of just a fire elemental, I could get an Ifrit." Drosil shuddered, thinking about the horror stories of those who have summoned these fire spirits unprepared and left not even bones behind, just ash. Still, getting a portion of thst power woukd be very nice to have indeed, and Shadar would be able to use it too, if less efficently, but who needs efficacy when you've got strength. "Okay, let's get this started."

Lighting all of the incense in the room and called out the name of the spirit he wished to appear, speaking in the voice of crackling embers and fading cinders. And the more he spoke, his voice echoing in the small space, the deeper into the trance he got until, suddenly, the chanting stopped. The circle across from  his seemed empty, but he knew better.

[i]What do you wish, summoner of dual souls and annoyingly precise caligraphy?[/i[

The voice, deep and smooth like silk, spoke into his mind, and Drosil smiled.

As the night continued, so did the discussions, teaching each other interesting facts as all the while Drosil took the Ifrit into his body. This would allow for casting instinctively rather then having to think about it, andby choosi g fire, he's gotten himself quite the dangerous tactic. This would take the entirety of his night, but he'd feel plenty rested thanks to the fire spiriy in his body.

[hider=Stuff]The ifrot lets him use firr spells faster than normal, as well as making them a tad stronger, not by much, but noticeably so. That's all[/hider]