[It looks like he made the right choice. He gives her hand a little squeeze as he smiles back at her.]
Yes, that's right. It's one of my oldest familiars, but not a particularly personable one-- ah, I'm sure you'll understand once you see it for yourself.
[He does a quick count down from five in German -- this familiar taking a bit of extra effort to summon. As he finishes, with a snap of his fingers, the setting around them suddenly begins to change. The shadows in the room appear to stretch out, growing until the entire room around this is flooded with darkness, save for the small area in which they're standing.]
[Looming high above them, the figure seems to be composed of only a thin cloak made of tattered cloth. No form is visible underneath it, nor any limbs or even feet poking out underneath. But even still, there's a presence there that gives the impression as though one is being stared at, quietly and intently.]
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Yes, that's right. It's one of my oldest familiars, but not a particularly personable one-- ah, I'm sure you'll understand once you see it for yourself.
[He does a quick count down from five in German -- this familiar taking a bit of extra effort to summon. As he finishes, with a snap of his fingers, the setting around them suddenly begins to change. The shadows in the room appear to stretch out, growing until the entire room around this is flooded with darkness, save for the small area in which they're standing.]
[And from out of the shadows, a figure appears.]
[Looming high above them, the figure seems to be composed of only a thin cloak made of tattered cloth. No form is visible underneath it, nor any limbs or even feet poking out underneath. But even still, there's a presence there that gives the impression as though one is being stared at, quietly and intently.]
This is my familiar-- Death.