Ten`Aphiim  

You say, 'Hail, Ten`Aphiim'

Ten`Aphiim rises up and speaks with a voice that seems to float upon a breeze, 'Whooo. . . Who speaks?'

You say, 'i speak'

Ten`Aphiim suddenly lunges forward, grabbing your wrist tightly. A numbing cold washes over your arm, and you feel paralyzed by his iron-like grip. 'Speak not the name of the Paragon! Your words spell blasphemy and shall bring about our doom. I have seen the future. Take heed in knowing he shall save us. . . save us. . . ' The spirit slowly releases his grip and sinks back to the floor, lifeless.