The hooded figure had been caught by surprise, the sharp sword held at his throat making him gulp audibly for a moment after which he replied. "Do you even know who you're dealing with? My friends won't forgive your meddling!" he replied angrily, trying to regain his confidence. "Besides what are you going to do? Raid the crypts? Think again! What are you even standing around for! Kill this bitch already!"
The man yelled at the motionless elf who finally turned toward Nasira. Just a glimpse at her face made it clear that it was Lothwen, although her gaze was eerily absent, as if she was in some sort of trance or daze, and her skin a sickly pale color. She took a shambling step forward, and another and attempted to raise an arm. A flash of metal came from underneath her sleeved dress, revealing she had concealed a dagger underneath it but in that same fleeting moment.
"-Sira! Watch out!"
A familiar voice cried out, a voice she had not heard in ages, a voice she had been looking for, and yet the body is belonged to didn't speak. Instead a series of vines erupted at the elf's feet, coiling up to try to restrain the woman, although it was clear that the vines were struggling to detail her. Meanwhile in the shade of the nearby tree Nasira had kept the man at knife-point a crimson flower was blooming, but even more curious was the fact the man's face had turned pale upon hearing the voice, well at least if Nasira didn't kill him already by then.
"A-ah ghost?! that voice, we killed her already?!"
yet the only response that came from the red flower was a faint pulse, it was clearly trying to struggle to detain the elven woman that tried to attack her... but why would Lothwen have tried to attack her? It made no sense!