The magic hiding his true form fades away, and he sighs in relief. His wraith form is a bit smaller than his elvin disguise, and floating in the air. "The floor will be fine....just...don't freak out." He begins drawing a pentagram on the ground with his finger, and small grey fires ignite at each of the points. "My Parton wants me, and he's not exactly a demon, nor is he a angelic creature. He's...something in between. A pure force of Unlife. He's not malevolent, but he's not exactly a saint either. He's the one who helped me become what I am." He briefly waves to his scythe, and points at the head, where a large embossed pentagram is glowing softly. When he finishes, there's a flicker, and the grey flames dim. A tall, black cloak appears in the pentagram, turning the fires black, and they spread throughout the whole circle. There's a pulse of pure necrotic energy, but it stops dead at the borders of the pentagram. He kneels and bow to the being, and says softly. [i]"Partron."[/i] The being nods to him briefly, and reaches out a black finger of bone, touching Soulcors on the helmet, then abruptly vanishes, taking the pentagram with him. He stands, his undead aura now glowing around him like a black sun. "He gives his blessing on the quest." He sounds surprised. He shrugs, then takes the aura, wrapping it around himself and his scythe, evenly dispersing it until it's barely noticeable. "Should I disguise myself for your wife, or does she already know?"