It wraps around you, and you can feel its eerie warmth. It is so comfortable, though. It isn't even wrapped that tightly around you.
"Come with me," the figure implores.
Your heartbeat quickens. "Where to?" you ask, trying to sound brave.
"To a magical place, a place where no normal mortal could go."
"So I'm not a normal mortal?" you ask, daringly.
"No, not at all! You, my dear, are not a mortal at all."
What does he mean? "Am I immortal?"
The figure says nothing, only winks at you then looks upwards.