"Sunai is the type of being you are, then. You sound a little like the Reapers I've spoken with here, except that taking souls off to paradise or wherever doesn't seem to be your function." He smiles. Yes, Curufin knows what his own soul looks like, or at least, what it feels like. It is a strange feeling to be in the company of someone else who can see that, too.

"Death does come as a surprise, doesn't it? And whatever comes after? -- another set of surprises! Oh, and if you have only humans and monsters in your world -- what is the purpose of the other two, the Corsai and the Malchai?"

Another smile. "Then you are a musician? So am I. Does it require a particular piece of music to immobilize your unwary prey, or can it be any music?" Curufin isn't disturbed. He knows the uses of music as enchantment, and he has a voice that can project a vision when he wants it to, in either speech or song. He doesn't fear the power of another who has such a skill, albeit a being from another world, one who eats souls. Curufin's would be one hell of a hard soul to enthrall or extract; he counts on this. "But it is good to hear that you make exceptions. Apparently, for you kind as well as mine, the need for family tops other concerns?"