Yes, you would need to have at least some of each to allow me to use it. 

An Artefact can draw on their wielder's mana of the correct type to breach the barrier keeping our mana inside our physical forms, allowing us to cast spells and do more than the very minor, close range freecasting we can do without. He pauses, there are also some mana machines which we can control while wielder-less, but they are attuned to individual Artefacts, and quite rare. A creation of the dwarves. 

Well, we'll be visiting them anyway, we can look into it.

Hopeful agreement, And perhaps we might learn what became of the one who spoke of creating bodies for my kind. If they cannot manage cloning, either would be a fair alternative. 

As a temporary measure, at least.

Yes, he agrees, We'll discover a way eventually. 

Mmhmm.

I should share the Sith code with you sometime - a lot of things about Sith are kind of bullshit but that's not.

Oh? Is there some reason not to share it now? He asks, curious. 

I suppose not.

Stability is a lie. There is only passion.
My passion begets strength.
My strength begets power.
My power begets victory.
Through victory my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.

He listens, and then pulls back to consider this. 

...Passion, becomes strength, becomes power. Through power, victory, he muses. This is a good code to live by, he agrees, It seems... nearly self-evident, he adds. Of course this is true. 

Yeah. People forget, I think. Especially that things will change.

Yes, he agrees, thinking back over his long existence, All changes, and often more quickly than people expect. Best to be ready, and to grow and change with it. 

And to make the changes ones you want, when you can. Someone always will, anyway.

Not something I am often in the position to do, he sends with some discontent, Though my wielders are often that type. 

Yeah, we're gonna work on that. Is there anything else you'd like to be doing?

He considers, Not much which you are not already planning to. 

He pauses, I would like to explore the realms. To see what has become of the places I once knew. To change the ones which needed changing, if they still do. He hums, I would like to go to S'Tira and see what has become of their council - if it is the same one as when I was there last, I would like to replace them with better ones, who will change their policies. 

More personally, he adds, I would like to translate the pieces I have written over my existence into sound, and play them. To share my knowledge with the world, and my words. Teach spells and tell stories long forgotten.

There is much I would like to experience.

We can do that. Maybe not all the time, travel isn't my favorite thing, but definitely some.

I can be happy in one place, I think, he considers. But with the option to go wherever I wished given me, when I have never had that option before... 

Well, I believe I will have a much belated Calling to Wandering, let us say. 

I'll be able to hear you anywhere on the continent eventually - a couple decades, maybe, if I work on it. If the Dwarves work out for us.

And if I went further, I would be sure to return to visit, he agrees. I would not wish to go too far, for too long. Not alone. 

Yeah, I'd miss you, too.

He sends his affection, Yes, he agrees, bashful yet pleased. 

I know I'm not demonstrative about it but you're really great.

If he had a body, he'd be blushing. You are also quite wonderful, he offers, along with the emotions he has which demonstrate this opinion. Admiration, affection, respect. 

She feels pretty much the same way. I got really lucky landing here.

So did I, he sends, and, So did the worlds, I expect.