Maza froze as the Orc reached out and offered her armored palm. Her mind was finally catching up to her body's instincts, and it became clear that there was something [i]wrong[/i] about the Orc. Mazathad had never been one to trust her instincts and the odd feeling she got from the Orc only served to feed her curiosity. The Khajiit leapt onto the Orc's outstretched arm, only barely making it on. She cursed her aging body as she tried to maintain balance. A small feeling of regret hit her, she was left without her cloak and within reach of an Orc; then again, those furs did seem pretty flammable...

As soon as she had regained her balance, Maza carefully made her way up the arm and towards the shoulder, the feeling of subconscious dread only served to bolster her interest. She made sure to look over the Orc as she moved. A sense of suspicion began creeping on her as she caught a good look at the Orc's face. Her irises glowed a bright blue for a brief second as she subtly cast a life detection spell, and her worries seemed to have had some merit. There was no feedback from the Orc, indicating that she was either undead or something much worse, likely a vampire. She stopped and reared up, caught off guard by the revelation. She was unsure about what to do, having never personally seen one, and accounts on vampires that she had read about were oddly mixed. Should she jump off, try to cast a spell and run, or continue with this act? Without making a sound, Maza kept an eye on the undead Orc's face and hoped for the best.