His lips formed the words. From his throat sprouted the strange tongue. Using his hands, he weaved the arcane matter known as aether into gyrating geometric shapes in the air over the item. With a sickening pulse, malicious energy was flushed away from the item. It was cleansed and as pure as anything made by mortal hands could be, devoid of curses and unwanted spirits. He picked the item up and handed it to its owner. A sweet grin spread across his face.