[indent] His back was still turned to the female. He closed his eyes momentarily, seeming to cool off more from his agitated state slowly but surely. At first, he seemed to hesitate before answering her first questions. Whilst forming his response, he grunted. [/indent]


[center][color=red] "The bed is all yours. I don't sleep that often anyway." [/color][/center]

[indent] He did not know what to answer her with, his own agony was caused mostly prior to his transformation. He just couldn't force himself to come to terms so easily. He knew all the dangers of playing with the fire of his own power. The thoughts were overburdening him, and even the mountain of a man that he was in no respects was stronger than his own mind. Yet, he tried to show very little of this in front of his guest. It wasn't her problem, no reason for her to be concerned. These things should be kept to himself. Although, in his bleak thoughts, his train of thought shifted into gear, finally answering her initial questions. [/indent]

[center][color=red] "Perhaps best left unanswered. I do not know if it's invoked my own memory, or if I simply need to take care of these things myself. What I do know though, if you are slain, you will be recreated in the skeletal form, and be able to wield your magical armaments. After so long, if you survive you will be able to reform into your mortal form. Of course, such a process could be expedited by.. Minions of the arts. But, I would doubt you have those, given that you even ask me these questions." [/color][/center]

[indent] Another sigh broke from him, louder than the regular. He turned to her, staring down at the girl curiously. His piercing stare seemed to be looking right through her. Again, his eyes shut momentarily. In his mind, she was perhaps a much more naive woman than he expected. Although, he did not pass such a judgement so simply. He rarely favored anyone, and even then he typically met them through such a strange method as this. Now that he had such opportunity to recall such a thing, he was only more intrigued that she exists yet. [/indent]

[center][color=red] "For years I've roamed and been the same foreigner I would've slain in my days at home. I've returned there now and then. I knew one person to survive the carnage. I never stayed there myself. Too much on the mind, and the war was already won. The anger had nowhere to go. Perhaps the gruesome displays of those who oppose me are subject enough to the idea of what happens to anything on my bad side, anymore." [/color][/center]