When your chant nears its end a silver luster fills your conjuring circle, emitting a gentle light from its runes before the light disgorges from its middle. Soon the silver light conceals the room in a sightless radiance that lasts for fifteen minutes before it’s evaporation, unveiling a man that stands upon the dormant circle.

“Saber, Bedivere. Henceforth, I shall become your Servant. I believe that is for the sake of my king.”