Take a breath.

You inhale deeply, fully, unchained and newly empowered with a **** of life you've never felt before. The fragile spirit didn't have a chance against the confidence of a Kamhai chieftain, this you have affirmed, and the pleasure of this victory over such sorcery fills you with a rumbling growl as your gaze drops to the eleven human magelings around you.

Their faces show that they pray you are not the red marauder, the Blood Orc that you were, that their scheme of giving your flesh to their pet spirit has worked. But as you meet her eyes, the girl standing at your feet is quickly coming to fear the worst.

With one hand cautiously inching toward a pouch at her waist, she inquires shakily, "... Master?"