You place the magic bottle next to your ear. You hear a soft chuckle, and then someone whispers something of unspeakable elegance and gentleness into that ear... You are told of things as unknowable as the night wind, but you understand every last word nonetheless. Then, the voice fades, and you feel something cold on your auricle... Like a viper's kiss.

And with that, we are bound. I shall defend you, my master, from the encroachment of the desert, the searing winds, pestilence, and schemes, and you shall rest safe in the shadow of my wings.