He takes a deep breath, shakes his head. "Right... I'm not sure how much transfers, but your abilities sound a lot like a shaman's back home," he says. "Shaman, warlock... cleric, if you want a cleric to start an argument about it with you."

He pinches the bridge of his nose, speaking slowly as the words come. "I haven't got a sponsor, not in the way you did; it's not a prerequisite to power, just a shortcut, a costly trade. My patron is just a man, though a powerful wizard and a good tutor. You, on the other hand, were possessed by a tutelary spirit that earned the title of The Completion Of Things..."

He shudders to think on it. "A black power of Below, but also a golden one of Above, I'd think. How on this Earth or any other did you play host to a god of such power?"