Corum watched them, relaxing. The one over there that had been watching was apparently familiar with his new friend. He would no longer worry about that one, and shifted back to the girl sitting next to him still. She was very young, and a bit absent minded... Her emotions had shown very clearly on her face. Through his travels, in forced service to the one that killed him, he had seen many things, and had been to many lands... This one was of a seemingly familiar breed. He did not like to take those bodies, they didn’t last as long as others. A kelvic, if he wasn’t mistaken. The ones that shape shift. He’d almost been killed by one once, but luckily Ivak had shown him favor. His master was near by and still thought the young Nuit useful, so with a quick word he had killed the beast. He’d made the very stone rise from the ground in spikes as it pounced at him. Though the god was not likely the cause for his master saving him, he liked to thank the divine one anyway. His faith was usually the only think that kept him sane through out his fifty years as one of the undead. Fifty years without sleep, and far too much time to think.
" So your other form is a rabbit, then? That is nice... I tire of the humans here..." His eyes never closed, he had no need to blink. He breathed only so that he could speak, and only spoke when something interesting had happened, or some one interesting was near by. This was such an occasion. The others that seemed to be of her race could smell the death on him, and for that he was warry of her. They usually tried to kill him, and he was all alone this time...