He glances over at the spirit partially annoyed. "Sorry to disappoint you but I wasn't going to stand still and fade into nonexistence like you hoped. Nor am I going to let her steal my arcane might. But... i'll be angry about that later I guess."
Stopping himself, he reflects on her words before continuing. "An ally spirit, I've heard of those. You're a mana construct, forged from Strawberry's magic and personality. Although that's as far as I know about that subject. Speaking of Strawberry..."
Maxwell ponders about the elf, waiting several moments before speaking back up. "It seems to me that her sanity was holding on by a thread long before the two of us met. I doubt she can claim to be a pacifist either, not when you both sentenced me to death via banishment. She is undoubtedly powerful though, if she managed to do what you said. She even held her own against me, and that's saying something."
"I was unaware of this new dark force. Thank you for bringing it to my attention and telling me about your plan. If it goes well then I could be able to do something about it. First things first, I still need to return to my real body. Would you take me to Strawberry? If she is as angry as you say then it might do her some good to vent and feel that anger. I may have started the fire and deaths, but not the background count and state of the astral in your domain. I would have needed to kill 50, perhaps 100 men to do that level of damage. Something is holding down all these negative emotions and it's poisoning the astral. Maybe I could help work out whatever is afflicting her."