Althaeia's reaction was sudden and swift. One hand reached back to grab her schiavona as her other moved into a defensive position. The man seemed both fearful and hostile, and she was not going to stay her hand should he attack. "What am I? I am a civilized demon from Arnor. A better question is what are you other than an Undead? Why do you hesitate when you obviously wish to begin hostilities?" She gave him a nasty sneer through her helmet, her eyes narrowing only slightly. Her stance was shifting as she spoke, ending in a comfortable fencing stance. She drew her blade a few inches to show her lack of hesitation to defend herself. "Now, most importantly, do you wish to continue this meaningless aggression or shall we peaceably go to the castle so we can get to saving the world?"