_"You don't mean that you want this guy's eyes, do you? Because I'm not exactly in the business of corpse looting. ...Not this kind of corpse looting, anyways."_

“Oh, but don’t you think his eyes are so wonderful sir? Just look!”

Smiling at the newcomer, Marianne leaned in to gently pry the dead man’s eye lid open. Her fingers and thumb gently caressed the iris, as if treating a wounded animal or comforting a newborn. It was…well, really creepy if one had to be blunt with her.

“You can tell from that little speck in his lower corner that he died believing in what he fought for. And that he was scared. Really, really, really scared. It’s funny sir!”

Suddenly, the edge of her fingers began to glow with an inky purple smoke. She was using dark magic to do something…without warning or notice, she quickly plucked the dead man’s eye right out of his socket. A soft _plop _sound was faintly heard as the dark deed was done. Grinning widely, she held up the dripping orb for the Myrmidon to see. The iris was a rich blue in tint.

“Oops. Never mind. I suppose I didn’t need your help anyway? No, that’s not right…I guess I just wanted an audience. ”

She giggled happily before placing the severed eye into a small pocket on her dress. 

“Nosferatu," she began to explain. "It’s really a handy little spell, right? The user grows strong by taking the victim’s life and stamina. Or, that’s how it’s supposed to go I think.”

Turning around, she was about to plunder the second one when she sensed the air around them shift. She turned back to notice that the Champion’s presence was soon fading. Sighing, she gave the corpse one more longing look before making up her mind.

“The Champion is leaving without us sir, so it’s best for us to take our leave now, lest we lose track of him. I hear he’s got some pretty cool looking eyes himself. Isn't that why you want to meet him too? You came here to meet him, right? Because he's got awesome eyes...right?”

Not caring for a real answer to her questions, Marianne grabbed the man’s hand with the palm that held the eye, smearing blood and eye fluid all over his figure. She eagerly began to pull him along in the direction of the Champion. She didn’t take more than five feet before pausing.

“By the way mister, about you…it looks like you have two different colored eyes.”

She turned around and flashed him a smile.

_**“If you die on me…promise me I can have them. Ok?”**_

Her tone immediately changed once more as she whirled around and continued to make haste for the Champion. Just what was with this girl?