A flicker of desperation fills the spirit's voice as she senses the suspicions of the group turning upon her, Odvara's fingers fidgeting as if she is struggling to remember - or conceal - something. "The talisman is from - was from father. He had a mage who served him, a lecherous old man skilled in beguiling minds. He laid eyes upon me," she says, casting her plaintive white eyes at Elora. "Father said the talisman would keep the old mage from charming me. Yes, father said, father wouldn't lie." There was a distinct need in the spirit's voice, but a need for what?