...Strange, that's not... quite... what he was expecting. Felix can feel the binding take hold, him to them and them to him. The presence of death knight and blades goes from something distantly sensed to close and stark and more viscerally real than the rustling leaves and the wind skating over the stones around them.

But the link is strangely quiet. Strong, yes. Holding firm. He feels entirely - absolutely - in control, it's such a sensation- but surely that isn't right? Even a familiar pulls back more. He can't feel the influence of Harrow or those fearsome blades at all...

But he can't afford to be worried now.

He lets his eyes slip closed and enters into the communing part of the spell, opening his mind to the three entities - and one soul - he's now linked with. He reaches out to try and make contact with Harrow first, trying to reassure himself.

Harrowheart?