“And would you happen to know such a spell.” Kisen asked.

“I’m sorry to disapoint but that’s well above the level I’ve acheived as of yet.” Zephane said.

“A pity.” Kisen said with a wheezeing sigh. “I had hoped to prove that fool Elrick wrong as far as the key to breacking the nomad. He’s had no succes. He hasn’t had any luck, hasn’t even found out his name.”

“It’d likly be easier to get him swear loyalty to Alten.” Zephane said.

“Why do you say that?” Kisen asked, his eerily perfect eyes studying Zephane closely.

“Well the elves belived that names had power, both the true names of things, and the names of people, giving someone your name was a sign of trust” Zephane said, “Other then someone else wielding the blade he had, I don’t think there is much worse for him then giving up his name.”

“Would explain why he’s so very reluctant to give it up.” Kisen said, “Perhaps there is something else we should go after.” The doctor’s voice trailed off in a way Zephane found to be incredibly uncomfortable.

“What did you give him?” Zephane asked, not likly the line of inqury.

“Oh mostly halluangences, though I’d be curious to know how they are effecting him since he’s blind. " Kisen said. “All he seemed to do as a reaction is stare straight ahead and chant.”

Zephane nodded, that would make any chance of a simple dream visit compromised. “In the future if I’m likly going to be dreamwalking, I’d rather you avoided drugs targeting mental stiumilius.”

Kisen raised his illusion of eyebrows at Zephane curt words. “I’ll take your request into consideration.”

Zephane wished he hand’t said anything at all, likly they used more just becuase he’d asked them not to.