in the lowest of places

Merilin tilted his head, and as the stranger moved to step back, hide his face, he'd feel Merilin reach to grab his arm. You've got something that I need. It's not desperate, though there is a hint of urgency in his tone. He's no idea what the damned Evanuris would do if this shard escaped them.

You don't seem very fine. Then again... it's a bit unsettling, being possessed by someone so powerful. The words are quietly spoken, so that none might overhear them.