[color=0072bc]“If transfering your to me  was the only way to save Eilis. I would gladly do it. Even now, I would bear the marks. I would be your vessel if I could to free her of this fate.”[/color]  He lifted his brand to have a better look.  [color=0072bc]“I will call upon you.  Of that have no doubt. However, for now, I ask that you recede.  As it stands, Eilis has endured your presence far too long.”  
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He turned towards the sleeping form of the young lass.  He took a few steps and then could not help but stop and turn around.  This time his face was confused and questioning. [color=0072bc]“Who are you?” [/color]His question was loaded with a yearning to know. 

The figure regarded him sharply, calculating, wondering how far Arn would be willing to go.
"Things are not so easily done I'm afraid, you currently lack the needed the tools for it, the proper incantations and ofcourse our little kitten here will have to relinquish me. 
Soulbinding is a rather painful experience, you cannot quit the process half way through, since the transference has to be completed in order for both to live. The disjoining has never been attempted as far as I know. There is no guarantee she will live or at least no promise that I could comfort you with." The voice continued, before it continued to watch him with some amusement as the mage barely could keep away from her, before eventually the expected question came.
The figure spread his arms wide, in a show of 'I have nothing to hide'.
"I am a Revendahli mage, once one of the most promising Firemages in all of Sensaridh, possibly even Ith." He made a flourish and bowed.
"My name is Tourmaline, Master of Flint and Flame, Keeper of the Sacred Mysteries and Terror of the Empire."