Casting slowly, for the past hour you’ve been invoking a spell to conjure an Aberrant Spirit of Beholderkin, an ally that you need. It’s more loyal and capable than most friends. It begins to manifest; the manifestation is so surreal, those that are staring at your conjuration at first believe their eyes are playing tricks on them. As the magical manifestation becomes a realization, the awe and fear of such a creature frightens even harden warriors. You are the creature’s compass; it is your protector. It floats waiting. But for your greetings, or for your command?