"You wish me to speak with a spirit??" [i]Gregor asked, this time fully drawing the sword at his side. Sure enough, etchings ran along the blade itself creating an intricate system of lines across it. The lines, whatever they were, had a light glow to them. Gregor raised the blade into a defensive stance, refusing to be the one to attack first. Clearly, he was well trained... For whatever that was worth.[/i] "What sort of drink have you taken up, rider?" [i]Gregor's eyes narrowed at the man through the skit in his helmet, the movement of his Armour covering his neck slightly. [/i]