Phaeron

A while back…you saved a rather strange young man. With a serious expression and a mysterious aura…you weren't quite sure what to make of him. He didn't seem grateful from the tone of his voice…but he gave you an odd little trinket…a woven bracelet with a chunk of polished carnelian at its center. He then told you that he owed you a favor. If you ever found yourself in need…just touch the stone and say his name…and he would be there. You both went your separate ways soon after. You didn't think much of aiding him at the time…he needed help, so you gave it. It wasn't a big deal. In your mind, he didn't owe you anything. You doubted you would ever find a reason to try summoning him…you doubted it would even work. But all the same…you wore the bracelet from then on. It was a sweet gesture and it was rather fetching…so why not? And who knows…if it did work…it could come in handy. It seems that moment has come. For one reason or another…you need help. Preferably now. On a lark…you clutch the stone and say his name like a prayer. In that instant…you are blinded by an enchanting array of bright color. Seems he was telling the truth after all.