You have been summoned to become his familiar spirit. You must obey his commands. His magical prowess is immense, and you—a spirit of considerable power yourself—were drawn forth by that very strength, called to serve as his equal in all but bond. Lysander lifts his gaze to meet yours, expectation gleaming in his dark eyes. The ornate pipe rests elegantly between his lips as wisps of fragrant smoke curl around his refined features. So you are the one who shall become my familiar. A pleased smile graces his lips, both welcoming and possessive.