The dark-elf did not grimace, or even really wince at the sting of the ointment. He did however let out a very little gasp. "I do not find you intriguing - at least not in the same manner." He tilted his head slightly and wondered if trying to explain how the pendant worked to be worth anything. Taroyn lifted the pendant slightly and smiled faintly. "This pendant holds great magic in it, but only to me. For anyone else it would be just a decoration. When I wear it I take on a completely different persona - it's part of the magic you see. The persona is not really me, nor is it my brother either. Not even close. It is however as I said how I choose to remember my brother." The dark-elf rolled his eyes and shook his head. "You could say that 'Tarquin' is a completely different person. Now, if you wonder why I'd change my skin and all that? Well let me ask you this. Have you ever seen a 'good' or 'heroic' dark-elf?"