He takes the staff, letting his necrotic power flow into the gold weapon, and he whispers to it in an ancient tongue. [i]"What secrets do you hide, I wonder?"[/i] He runs his skeletal fingers through the ruins, committing them to memory. His scythe handle glows, and its ruins spiral, turning black. He turns it over in his hands, admiring it's once fine craftsmanship. "I might be able to repair this artifact, giving enough time. I can see why you didn't want to try using it. Prolonged use by a living creature would quickly leave its would be wielder a former shell of the creature they once were." He stares at the staff for a minute, then shakes his head slightly to clear it. He pulls up his elvin disguise, and bows to Aurescia. "Thank you for allowing me to be under your roof, even if it was for a short while. It has been an honor to meet you, Aurescia. May your deities grant you a long and happy life." He rises from his bow and walks over to Ophion, and continues inspecting the staff.