Like an echo from a far corner of his own mind, Geran heard the reply of the vaporous being before him, “I? I am the Guardian. I have been, am now and shall eternally be of this place. The question is, who are YOU and why do you intrude here?”

The force of the whirlwind increased and the misty form grew larger and more opaque. It took on a menacing-storm grey color with just a hint of glowering yellow eyes that seemed to pin him to the ground as it waited for a reply.