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[Wolfe]

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"When a silvertongued snake slithers through your garden, you'll care not what he pilfers or where his fangs lay. Only ecstacy in ignorance will become your reality, as the serpent ravages all that is sacred to you."

Abbot Maelikai's eyes opened, revealing to him his esoteric surroundings. A dark, damp, stone room filled with tomes of ancient knowledge, most of which was never meant for mortal eyes. That did not matter to the Abbot, for his delvings in to secrets were his life's work, and many of the things here no longer astounded him. He had become jaded to the darkest secrets.
The whisper of silk slippers announced the arrival of the one upon whom Maelikai had been waiting. Maelikai turned and looked at the white figure approaching him, its long flowing silk robe waving behind it as if suspended in water. The face a feminine one, though with enough masculinities to prevent the descriptive device of "beauty" from being applied to it. Maelikai had inquired many a time as to the gender of this being, and not once had it been alluded to, purposely or not.
"This is a dark place, Abbot," the silky being said, coming to stand before the now standing but still dwarfed monk.
"Thank you for coming, Silk," said Maelikai, bowing his head respectfully. Silk was what the being bade the Abbot call it, though the Abbot did know that the being had some other name.
"Why is it that you require to meet with me, Abbot?" Silk asked, adjusting its' stance impatiently.
"It is a man. He concerns me."
"Men should not concern you."
Maelikai sighed, glancing to the wall lined with tomes, dimly lit by the dying torches. "This one does. None but this one."
"What concerns you about this man?" asked Silk.
"He is powerful. He is knowledgeable. And more than all, he has lain wool upon my eyes which I cannot seem to shear away. A silvertongue, to outmatch the best, indeed."
"This man sounds remarkable. Among men. Why let yourself be fooled by a mortal, Abbot?" Silk replied, looking Maelikai up and down.
"Need I repeat myself?" spat Maelikai, becoming impatient.
"You need not. You need only to tell me what troubles you so about this man, who has obviously taken advantage of your own foolishness. It is by no device or enchantment of his own that he has mislead you, but by your own vulnerabilities. It is the workings of men such as him. It works even upon the most gracious Abbot Maelikai," said Silk, almost smirking.
"It's something else, I think... He seems to be aided," said Maelikai, frowning slightly at the insults from this heavenly creature.
"Perhaps it is so. But perhaps you cannot accept defeat, also. It is strange that you have not departed from your mortal emotions after so many years unaged. We certainly did not anticipate that," said Silk, its robe twisting about it in an everlasting dance of white flowing fabric.
"Perplexed as you may be at my own nature, that is not why I called you. Can you find this man, and tell me if he is using some sort of aid to coat his tongue with silver? He slithers upon men as a snake in tall weeds, fangs sinking in to their unguarded feet. He must be stopped," said Maelikai, turning away from Silk.
"I owe you this one favor, Abbot. After this, do not call upon me again. We come to you, you must remember this."
Maelikai turned to retort, but Silk was gone. The room seemed dimmer as the torches died slowly, burning themselves out in the damp room.