"The Dark Beast?"

The words somehow seem colored in eeriness all on their own. Finel glances around the area as she does out of habit, to see if she's noticing something he hasn't yet. The weakened Despair spirit, still stubbornly holding onto its form of the elven hunter, hovers harmlessly over a bench nearby, watching the two of them and the other spirit blankly.

"So you make a vow of devotion in exchange for power to fight for her? What sort of qualities does someone have to possess to be chosen?"