The creature narrowed his eyes, inspecting the human once again. "Are you ill, perhaps? Fate really does have a sense of humor," he added with a shake of his head. If he could punish Fate himself, he would fly to the heavens and lay into her but it was a battle that mortal and immortals lost to. Fate, it was the one never-changing thing. "Human, tell me your name and perhaps I will see about finding this staff of yours. If it is so important them I might as well help you out. After all, you are the first visitor to my temple in a very long time. Humans are so picky about night but you could tell them of his wondrous kindness. That would be a fair exchange, would it not?" he added with a gleeful grin, one hand posed in front of his chest, showing off the inky black nails adorning them.